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Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Age: 72 †
Born: 1837
Born: April 5
Died: 1909
Died: April 10
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London
England
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Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
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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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If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
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His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
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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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Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.
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The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.
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For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
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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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