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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: He trod the earth but yesterday Last Line: Sappho's forgotten songs are falling on his ears. Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. Subject(s): Swinburne, Algernon Charles (1837-1909) | |||
He trod the earth but yesterday, And now he treads the stars. He left us in the April time He praised so often in his rhyme, He left the singing and the lyre and went his way. He drew new music from our tongue, A music subtly wrought, And moulded words to his desire, As wind doth mould a wave of fire; From strangely fashioned harps slow golden tones he wrung. I think the singing understands That he who sang is still, And Iseult cries that he is dead, -- Does not Dolores bow her head And Fragoletta weep and wring her little hands? New singing now the singer hears To lyre and lute and harp; Catullus waits to welcome him, And thro' the twilight sweet and dim, Sappho's forgotten songs are falling on his ears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 2. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER SR. TO EDMUND GOSSE, WITH A FIRST EDITION OF ATALANTA IN CALYDON by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON DOLLARES; OUR LADY OF THE WHEAT-CORNER (AFTER A.C.S.) by PHILIP GUEDALLA A SINGER ASLEEP by THOMAS HARDY PERSONAL SONNET: TO ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE OCTOPUS by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON FELO DE SE; WITH APOLOGIES TO SWINBURNE by AMY LEVY THE POETS AT TEA: 3. SWINBURNE, WHO LET IT GET COLD by BARRY PAIN |
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