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For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.
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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Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
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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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But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.
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Ask nothing more of me sweet All I can give you I give Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
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Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal Nor days nor things diurnal Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.
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There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.
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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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The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
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Doubt is faith in the main: but faith, on the whole, is doubt We cannot believe by proof: but could we believe without?
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Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
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His speech is a burning fire.
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Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
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Wan February with weeping cheer, Whose cold hand guides the youngling year Down misty roads of mire and rime, Before thy pale and fitful face The shrill wind shifts the clouds apace Through skies the morning scarce may climb. Thine eyes are thick with heavy tears, But lit with hopes that light the year's.
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The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song.
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Faith speaks when hope is disassembled faith lives when hope dies dead.
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Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.
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If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.
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No blast of air or fire of sun Puts out the light whereby we run With girdled loins our lamplit race, And each from each takes heart of grace And spirit till his turn be done.
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Change lays her hand not upon the truth.
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Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love's hand to-day.
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