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  1. Hace 3 días · by Algernon Charles Swinburne We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair; thou art goodly, O Love; Thy wings make light in the air as the wings of a dove. Thy feet are as winds that divide the stream of the sea; Earth is thy covering to hide thee, the garment of thee.

  2. Hace 2 días · Grace Darling. Take, O star of all our seas, from not an alien hand, Homage paid of song bowed down before thy glory's face, Thou the living light of all our lovely stormy strand, Thou the brave north-country's very glory of glories, Grace. Loud and dark about the lighthouse rings and glares the night;

  3. 7 de may. de 2024 · I Good night, we say, when comes the time to win The daily death divine that shuts up sight, Sleep, that assures for all who dwell therein Good night. The shadow shed round those we love shines b

  4. 20 de may. de 2024 · Algernon Charles Swinburne (5 April 1837 – 10 April 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and collections of poetry such as Poems and Ballads, and contributed to the famous Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica. Swinburne wrote about many taboo topics, such as lesbianism, cannibalism ...

  5. Hace 3 días · Cleopatra. HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a sign. Between the beauty of her brows. And the amorous deep lids divine. Her great curled hair makes luminous. Her cheeks, her lifted throat and chin. Shall she not have the hearts of us.

  6. Hace 2 días · And where strange dreams in a tumultuous sleep. Make the shut eyes of stricken spirits weep; And with each face thou sawest the shadow on each, Seeing as men sow men reap. O sleepless heart and sombre soul unsleeping, That were athirst for sleep and no more life. And no more love, for peace and no more strife!

  7. 16 de may. de 2024 · To-day will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man-s lure; And love grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful. Sighs, and with eyes forgetful. Weeps that no loves endure. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving.