The Garden of Proserpine Quotes

“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.

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, The Garden of Proserpine

“I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Garden of Proserpine

“That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Garden of Proserpine

“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, The Garden of Proserpine

“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.”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Garden of Proserpine

“Though one were strong as seven,
He too with death shall dwell,
Nor wake with wings in heaven,
Nor weep for pains in hell;
”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Garden of Proserpine

“We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die to-morrow;
Time stoops to no man's lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.

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.”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Garden of Proserpine

“That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Garden of Proserpine