A Century of Roundels

Contents:
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne

VI.

Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair
The sweet small frame;
Meet to be called, if ever man’s child were,
Angel by name.

Rose-bright and warm from heaven’s own heart he came,
And might not bear
The cloud that covers earth’s wan face with shame.

His little light of life was all too rare
And soft a flame:
Heaven yearned for him till angels hailed him there
Angel by name.

Contents:

Related Resources

None available for this document.

Download Options


Title: A Century of Roundels

Select an option:

*Note: A download may not start for up to 60 seconds.

Email Options


Title: A Century of Roundels

Select an option:

Email addres:

*Note: It may take up to 60 seconds for for the email to be generated.

Chicago: Algernon Charles Swinburne, "6," A Century of Roundels, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in A Century of Roundels (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed April 19, 2018, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DJUC589RMVZKN6I.

MLA: Swinburne, Algernon Charles. "6." A Century of Roundels, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in A Century of Roundels, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 19 Apr. 2018. www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DJUC589RMVZKN6I.

Harvard: Swinburne, AC, '6' in A Century of Roundels, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, A Century of Roundels, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 19 April 2018, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DJUC589RMVZKN6I.