138 Quotes by Algernon Charles Swinburne

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

Today will die tomorrow.

From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to sea.Then star nor sun shall waken,Nor any change of light:Nor sound of waters shaken,Nor any sound or sight:Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,Nor days nor things diurnal;Only the sleep eternalIn an eternal night.

Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, 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;Strength without hands to smite;Love that endures for a breath;Night, the shadow of light,And Life, the shadow of death.

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

Time and the Gods are at strife; ye dwell in the midst thereof,Draining a little life from the barren breasts of love.

Here now in his triumph where all things falter, Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread,As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead.

I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken, and I am the blow.

Miłość, sen i śmierć nadchodzą pomałuSchwyć mnie za włosy i mocno pocałuj.