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Title: Songs of the Springtides and Birthday Ode
Taken from The Collected Poetical Works of Algernon Charles
Swinburne--Vol. III
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne
Release Date: April 30, 2006 [EBook #18287]
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SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
BIRTHDAY ODE
Taken from
THE COLLECTED POETICAL WORKS
OF ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE,
VOL. III
By
Algernon Charles Swinburne
SWINBURNE'S POETICAL WORKS
I. POEMS AND BALLADS (First Series).
II. SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE, AND SONGS OF TWO NATIONS.
III. POEMS AND BALLADS (Second and Third
Series), and SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES.
IV. TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE, THE TALE OF BALEN,
ATALANTA IN CALYDON, ERECHTHEUS.
V. STUDIES IN SONG, A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS, SONNETS
ON ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS, THE HEPTALOGIA, ETC.
VI. A MIDSUMMER HOLIDAY, ASTROPHEL, A CHANNEL PASSAGE
AND OTHER POEMS.
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
BIRTHDAY ODE
By
Algernon Charles Swinburne
1917
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
_First printed (Chatto), 1904_
_Reprinted 1904, '09, '10, '12_
_(Heinemann), 1917_
_London: William Heinemann, 1917_
SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
TO EDWARD JOHN TRELAWNY 293
THALASSIUS 295
ON THE CLIFFS 311
THE GARDEN OF CYMODOCE 326
BIRTHDAY ODE 341
NOTES 359
SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES
DEDICATION
TO EDWARD JOHN TRELAWNY
_A sea-mew on a sea-king's wrist alighting,
As the north sea-wind caught and strained and curled
The raven-figured flag that led men fighting
From field to green field of the water-world,
Might find such brief high favour at his hand
For wings imbrued with brine, with foam impearled,
As these my songs require
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