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The Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne

In Six Volumes

Swinburne, Algernon Charles (1837-1909)

I.

VOLUME I POEMS AND BALLADS

II.

VOLUME II. SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE AND SONGS OF TWO NATIONS

III.

VOLUME III POEMS AND BALLADS AND SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES

IV.

VOLUME IV TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE. THE TALE OF BALEN. ATALANTA IN CALYDON. ERECHTHEUS

V.

VOLUME V STUDIES IN SONG. A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS. SONNETS ON ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS. THE HEPTALOGIA ETC.

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VI.

VOLUME VI A MIDSUMMER HOLIDAY. ASTROPHEL. A CHANNEL PASSAGE. AND OTHER POEMS

A MIDSUMMER HOLIDAY

LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI.

A BALLAD OF SARK.

AFTER A READING

MAYTIME IN MIDWINTER

A DOUBLE BALLAD OF AUGUST

HEARTSEASE COUNTRY

A BALLAD OF APPEAL

VOS DEOS LAUDAMUS:

ON THE BICENTENARY OF CORNEILLE

ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD DOYLE

IN MEMORY OF HENRY A. BRIGHT

VICTOR HUGO: L'ARCHIPEL DE LA MANCHE

THE TWILIGHT OF THE LORDS

A WORD FOR THE COUNTRY

A WORD FOR THE NATION

A WORD FROM THE PSALMIST

A BALLAD AT PARTING

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A CHANNEL PASSAGE

A CHANNEL PASSAGE

THE LAKE OF GAUBE

THE PROMISE OF THE HAWTHORN

THE PASSING OF THE HAWTHORN

TO A BABY KINSWOMAN

THE ALTAR OF RIGHTEOUSNESS

A NEW YEAR'S EVE

BARKING HALL: A YEAR AFTER

THE CENTENARY OF THE BATTLE OF THE NILE

CROMWELL'S STATUE

A WORD FOR THE NAVY

STRATFORD-ON-AVON

FOR GREECE AND CRETE

DELPHIC HYMN TO APOLLO

AN EVENING AT VICHY

TO GEORGE FREDERICK WATTS

ON THE DEATH OF MRS. LYNN LINTON

IN MEMORY OF AURELIO SAFFI

AFTER THE VERDICT

THE TURNING OF THE TIDE

ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL BENSON

ASTRÆA VICTRIX

THE FIRST OF JUNE

ROUNDEL From the French of Villon

A ROUNDEL OF RABELAIS

THE CENTENARY OF ALEXANDRE DUMAS

AT A DOG'S GRAVE

THREE WEEKS OLD

A CLASP OF HANDS

THE AFTERGLOW OF SHAKESPEARE

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V

[Baby, baby fair]

Baby, baby fair,
Love is fain to dare
Bless your haughtiest air.

Baby blithe and bland,
Reach but forth a hand
None may dare withstand;

Love, though wellnigh cowed,
Yet would praise aloud
Pride so sweetly proud.

No! the fitting word
Even from breeze or bird
Never yet was heard.