The Poems Of Algernon Charles Swinburne (volume 4) by Algernon Charles SwinburneThe Poems Of Algernon Charles Swinburne (volume 4) by Algernon Charles Swinburne

The Poems Of Algernon Charles Swinburne (volume 4)

byAlgernon Charles Swinburne

Paperback | January 8, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1904. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... 112 VIII THE LAST PILGRIMAGE Enough of ease, O Love, enough of light, Enough of rest before the shadow of night. Strong Love, whom death finds feebler; kingly Love, Whom time discrowns in season, seeing thy dove Spell-stricken by the serpent; for thy sake These that saw light see night's dawn only break. Night's cup filled up with slumber, whence men think The draught more dread than thine was dire to drink. O Love, thy day sets darkling: hope and fear Fall from thee standing stern as death stands here. For what have these to do with fear or hope On whom the gates of outer darkness ope, On whom the door of life's desire is barred? Past like a cloud, their days in Joyous Gard Gleam like a cloud the westering sun stains red Till all the blood of day's blithe heart be bled And all night's heart requickened; in their eyes So flame and fade those far memorial skies, So shines the moorland, so revives the sea, Whereon they gazing mused of things to be And wist not more of them than waters know What wind with next day's change of tide shall blow. Dark roll the deepening days whose waves divide Unseasonably, with storm-struck change of tide, Tristram from Iseult: nor may sorrow say If better wind shall blow than yesterday With next day risen or any day to come. For ere the songs of summer's death fell dumb, And autumn bade the imperial moorlands change Their purples, and the bracken's bloom grow strange As hope's green blossom touched with time's harsh rust, Was all their joy of life shaken to dust, And all its fire made ashes : by the strand Where late they strayed and communed hand from ^ hand For the last time fell separate, eyes of eyes Took for the last time leave, and saw the skies Dark with their deep division. The last time-- The last that ever love's r...
Title:The Poems Of Algernon Charles Swinburne (volume 4)Format:PaperbackDimensions:112 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.23 inPublished:January 8, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217758207

ISBN - 13:9780217758208