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Selected verse / Algernon Charles Swinburne

dc.contributor Benson, James D. Glendon College York University Toronto Swinburne, Algernon Charles, 1837-1909
dc.coverage.placeName Boston [MS] 2018-07-27 2019-07-04T09:53:08Z 2019-07-04T09:53:08Z 1855-1909 1988-07-18
dc.identifier ota:1243
dc.description.abstract Contents: The triumph of time -- Hertha -- The Garden of Proserpine -- Ave atque vale -- Itylus -- Nephilidia
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dc.subject.lcsh English poetry -- 19th century
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dc.title Selected verse / Algernon Charles Swinburne
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identifier.lccn Swinburne, Algernon Charles, 1837-1909 1800-1899

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Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith) Vicisti, Galilaee I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; Goddess and maiden and queen, be near me now and befriend. Thou art more than the day or the morrow, the seasons that laugh or that weep; these give joy and sorrow; but thou, Proserpina, sleep. Sweet is the treading of wine, and sweet the feet of the dove; But a goodlier gift is thine than foam of the grapes of love. Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harp-string of gold, A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold? I am sick of singing: the bays burn deep and chafe: I am fain To rest a little from praise and grievous pleasure and pain. For the Gods we know not of, who give us our daily breath, We know they are cruel as love or life, and lovely as death. O Gods dethroned and deceased, cast forth, wiped out in a day! From your wrath is the world released, redeemed from your ch . . .

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