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Today will die tomorrow.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Age: 72 †
Born: 1837
Born: April 5
Died: 1909
Died: April 10
Literary Critic
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London
England
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And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
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I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide.
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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.
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The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
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Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
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When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.
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I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet He that hath more, let him give He that hath wings, let him soar Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live.
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Fear that makes faith may break faith.
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Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
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Where might is, the right is: Long purses make strong swords. Let weakness learn meekness: God save the House of Lords!
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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.
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Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.
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I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.
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As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead.
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I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.
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A young man with a very good past. [Fr., Un jeune homme d'un bien beau passe.]
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For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
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Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.
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Change lays not her hand upon truth.
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