T Polyphilus (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} paradoxosalpha) wrote,@ 2009-04-10 08:54:00 |
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The Feast of Saint Algernon Charles Swinburne
Swinburne died ninety years ago today, at the age of 72. He had nigh slain himself in the fervor of his devotion to Our Lady during his early forties, but lingered respectably upon Mispec Moor long enough to be still living when bits of Atalanta in Calydon were hijacked for the Caxton Hall Rites of Eleusis, and when 666 sainted him in the writing and earliest publication of the Gnostic Mass.
Swinburne died ninety years ago today, at the age of 72. He had nigh slain himself in the fervor of his devotion to Our Lady during his early forties, but lingered respectably upon Mispec Moor long enough to be still living when bits of Atalanta in Calydon were hijacked for the Caxton Hall Rites of Eleusis, and when 666 sainted him in the writing and earliest publication of the Gnostic Mass.
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;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.(ll. 89-96)
