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Algernon Charles Swinburne

1838–1909. English writer and critic.

At a Glance

The Blue Castle (1)


The Garden of Proserpine (1)

The Garden of Proserpine (1866 poem)

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. (Lines 81–88)

The Blue Castle, chapter 1 (“Thank whatever gods there were for that”).


Swinburne, Algernon Charles. Poems and Ballads. London: John Camden Hotten, 1866. (“The Garden of Proserpine,” pp. 196–99.) Online at

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