29 ordspråk av Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne
A creed is a rod,/ And a crown is of night:/ But this thing is God:/ To be man with thy might,/ To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.
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A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man.
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And the best and the worst of this is/ That neither is most to blame/ If you have forgotten my kisses/ And I have forgotten your name.
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As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,/ Death lies dead.
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Before the beginning of years/ There came to the making of man/ Time with a gift of tears,/ Grief with a glass that ran.
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Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which
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Change in a trice. The lilies and languors of virtue. For the raptures and roses of vice;
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Change in a trice. The lilies and languors of virtue. For the raptures and roses of vice;
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Come down and redeem us from virtue,/ Our Lady of Pain.
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For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,/ All waters as the shore.
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For winter's rains and ruins are over,/ And all the season of snows and sins;/ The days dividing lover and lover,/ The light that loses, the night that wins.
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For words divide and rend;/ But silence is most noble till the end.
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From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea
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Glory to Man in the highest! for Man is the master of things.
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He weaves, and is clothed with derision;/ Sows, and he shall not reap;/ His life is a watch or a vision/ Between a sleep and a sleep.
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