Algernon Charles Swinburne

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.

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,

Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover,
Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the read more

Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover,
Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark
As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds
hover, Sark.

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.

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.