Quote#Death
Pale, beyond porch and portal
Quote byAlgernon Charles Swinburne · 1837–1909
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866), "The Garden of Proserpine", st. 7.
English (original)
Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands.
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
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