At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death. Algernon Charles Swinburne More Quotes by Algernon Charles Swinburne More Quotes From Algernon Charles Swinburne Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which. Algernon Charles Swinburne twinsbodyspirit Today will die tomorrow. Algernon Charles Swinburne diestomorrowtoday 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne brokenrememberway 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne laughterflowerdream 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne flowerspringtime 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 thanksgivingsuccessmotivational Love, as is told by the seers of old, Algernon Charles Swinburne heartlovelife His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. Algernon Charles Swinburne visionsleeplife 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne painqueenskings 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne blamekissingnames 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne theismmarriagesorrow Where might is, the right is: Algernon Charles Swinburne stronghouselong Blossom by blossom the spring begins. Algernon Charles Swinburne april-and-springflower-blossomspring Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides. Algernon Charles Swinburne rocksfatesea In hawthorn-time the heart grows light. Algernon Charles Swinburne growslightheart Despair the twin-born of devotion. Algernon Charles Swinburne despairtwinsdevotion There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate. Algernon Charles Swinburne dumbartistessence Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean. Algernon Charles Swinburne palechristianity I that have love and no more Algernon Charles Swinburne love-yousweetlife 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne dusttimelove-is
