Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things. Algernon Charles Swinburne More Quotes by Algernon Charles Swinburne More Quotes From Algernon Charles Swinburne In friendship's fragrant garden, Algernon Charles Swinburne gardenflowerweather The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands. Algernon Charles Swinburne flowerbabyhands Faith speaks when hope is disassembled; faith lives when hope dies dead. Algernon Charles Swinburne speakhopeexpectations 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 eternal In an eternal night. Algernon Charles Swinburne starssleepnight I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide. Algernon Charles Swinburne sleepwindmoving To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin. Algernon Charles Swinburne shamekissingmissing Love laid his sleepless head Algernon Charles Swinburne eyeroselife Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me. Algernon Charles Swinburne friendship There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep. Algernon Charles Swinburne strongersleepdeath The loves and hours of the life of a man, Algernon Charles Swinburne seamenlife Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow. Algernon Charles Swinburne sadsorrowwings Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time 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. Algernon Charles Swinburne painsummerlife In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand. Algernon Charles Swinburne weedweatherhands Love is more cruel than lust. Algernon Charles Swinburne lustlove-is Marvellous mercies and infinite love. Algernon Charles Swinburne infinitemercylove Change lays her hand not upon the truth. Algernon Charles Swinburne layshands Time stoops to no man's lure. Algernon Charles Swinburne lurestoopsmen Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last. Algernon Charles Swinburne irondreamblood At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death. Algernon Charles Swinburne fearmenlife Forget that I remember And dream that I forget. Algernon Charles Swinburne dreamforgetremember
