Quotes by : Algernon Charles Swinburne

Villon our sad bad glad mad brother's name.

Sweet for a little even to fear, and sweet, O love, to lay down fear at love’s fair feet; Shall not....

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a....

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division....

For the crown of our life as it closesIs darkness, the fruit there of dust;No thorns go as deep as the....

Today will die tomorrow.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever....

For till the thunder and trumpet be,Soul may divide from body, but not weOne from another

From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods....