A Century of Roundels

By Algernon Charles Swinburne

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• Language: English
• Publisher: DigiCat
• Release date: Sep 4, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547246749

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Algernon Charles Swinburne

A Century of Roundels

EAN 8596547246749

DigiCat, 2022

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Table of Contents

IN HARBOUR.

I.

II.

THE WAY OF THE WIND.

‘HAD I WIST.’

RECOLLECTIONS.

I.

II.

III.

TIME AND LIFE.

I.

II.

A DIALOGUE.

I.

II.

III.

PLUS ULTRA.

A DEAD FRIEND.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

PAST DAYS.

I.

II.

III.

AUTUMN AND WINTER.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

THE DEATH OF RICHARD WAGNER.

I.

II.

III.

TWO PRELUDES.

I. LOHENGRIN.

II. TRISTAN UND ISOLDE.

THE LUTE AND THE LYRE.

PLUS INTRA.

CHANGE.

A BABY’S DEATH.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

ONE OF TWAIN.

I.

II.

DEATH AND BIRTH.

BIRTH AND DEATH.

BENEDICTION.

ÉTUDE RÉALISTE.

I.

II.

III.

BABYHOOD.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

FIRST FOOTSTEPS.

A NINTH BIRTHDAY. February 4, 1883.

I.

II.

III.

NOT A CHILD.

I.

II.

III.

TO DORA DORIAN.

THE ROUNDEL.

AT SEA.

WASTED LOVE.

BEFORE SUNSET.

A SINGING LESSON.

FLOWER-PIECES.

I. LOVE LIES BLEEDING.

II. LOVE IN A MIST.

THREE FACES.

I. VENTIMIGLIA.

II. GENOA.

III. VENICE.

EROS.

I.

II.

III.

SORROW.

SLEEP.

ON AN OLD ROUNDEL

I.

II.

A LANDSCAPE BY COURBET.

A FLOWER-PIECE BY FANTIN.

A NIGHT-PIECE BY MILLET.

‘MARZO PAZZO.’

DEAD LOVE.

DISCORD.

CONCORD.

MOURNING.

APEROTOS EROS.

TO CATULLUS.

‘INSULARUM OCELLE.’

IN SARK.

IN GUERNSEY.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

ENVOI.

IN HARBOUR.

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Goodnight

and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us

As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;

To the waters of gloom whence winds of the dayspring float us

Goodnight and goodbye.

A time is for mourning, a season for grief to sigh;

But were we not fools and blind, by day to devote us

As thralls to the darkness, unseen of the sundawn’s eye?

We have drunken of Lethe at length, we have eaten of lotus;

What hurts it us here that sorrows are born and die?

We have said to the dream that caressed and the dread that smote us

Goodnight and goodbye.

II.

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Outside of the port ye are moored in, lying

Close from the wind and at ease from the tide,

What sounds come swelling, what notes fall dying

Outside?

They will not cease, they will not abide:

Voices of presage in darkness crying

Pass and return and relapse aside.

Ye see not, but hear