Algernon Charles Swinburne

This
I ever held worse that all certitude,
To know not what the worst ahead might be.

This
I ever held worse that all certitude,
To know not what the worst ahead might be.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought,
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the read more

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought,
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the heart that conceived it sought
Heart's ease.

Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean;
The world has grown gray from thy breath;
We have drunken read more

Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean;
The world has grown gray from thy breath;
We have drunken from things Lethean,
And fed on the fullness of death.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
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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 forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Prince, give praise to our French ladies
For the sweet sound their speaking carries;
'Twixt Rome and read more

Prince, give praise to our French ladies
For the sweet sound their speaking carries;
'Twixt Rome and Cadiz many a maid is,
But no good girl's lip out of Paris.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne,