Quotes by Algernon Charles Swinburne

About Algernon Charles Swinburne:

Algernon Charles Swinburne was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels, and contributed to the famous Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in every year from 1903 to 1907 and again in 1909.
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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. Then star nor sun shal...

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance, fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell; Stre...

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Save his own soul he hath no star.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here; And the arch of the leaves was hollow, And the meaning of May was clear.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Author Bio

  • NameAlgernon Charles Swinburne
  • DescriptionEnglish poet, playwright, novelist, and critic
  • BornApril 5, 1837
  • DiedApril 10, 1909
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionPoet; Author