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Hace 3 días · by Algernon Charles Swinburne When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil ...
Hace 3 días · Victorian poets such as Algernon Charles Swinburne and Walter Pater were drawn to the intellectual complexity and linguistic richness of Metaphysical poetry, finding in it a source of inspiration for their own aesthetic experiments.
Hace 4 días · A Year's Burden -- 1870. Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer. As the storm shifts of the tempestuous year; Cry wellaway, but well befall the right. Hope sits yet hiding her war -wearied eyes,
Hace 5 días · The Leper. NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-water. Is not so delicate to drink: This was well seen of me and her. I served her in a royal house; I served her wine and curious meat. For will to kiss between her brows, I had no heart to sleep or eat.
Hace 3 días · L’amore tra Rossetti e la sua musa fu un susseguirsi di momenti idilliaci e forti turbamenti, liti e riappacificazioni, ispirazione artistica e crisi. Miss Sid prestò il volto a moltissime figure rappresentate dal preraffaelita, aumentando il suo successo. Le sue condizioni di salute, però, erano in continuo peggioramento.
Hace 1 día · ‘A Baby’s Feet’ by Algernon Charles Swinburne. A baby’s feet, like sea shells pink, Might tempt, should heaven see meet An angel’s lips to kiss, we think, A baby’s feet. Like rose-hued sea flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. No flower bells that expand and shrink
Hace 3 días · Chorus From 'atalanta' WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain. Fills the shadows and windy places. With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous. Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces. The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
