Top 109 Quotes & Sayings by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Last updated on November 3, 2024.
While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things.
To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
Where might is, the right is:
Long purses make strong swords.
Let weakness learn meekness:
God save the House of Lords!
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.
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.
In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.
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.
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.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.
For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.
Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.
Fear that makes faith may break faith.
Change lays her hand not upon the truth.
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.
There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.
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.
On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.
His speech is a burning fire.
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.
Love, as is told by the seers of old,
Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold,
Flutters and flies in sunlit skies,
Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.
Let weakness learn meekness.
There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.
Today will die tomorrow.
Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an
end
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.
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.
Love is more cruel than lust.
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather.
When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other.
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
Faith speaks when hope is disassembled; faith lives when hope dies dead.
Despair the twin-born of devotion.
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
Time stoops to no man's lure.
Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.
Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.
In friendship's fragrant garden,
There are flowers of every hue.
Each with its own fair beauty
And its gift of joy for you.
Friendship's Garden
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather.
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.
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
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.
My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.
To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.
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