And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
Algernon Swinburne (1837 - 1909)
Source: An Interlude.
Contributed by: Zaady
Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.
Though our works Find righteous or unrighteous judgment, this At least is ours, to make them righteous.
Source: Marini Faliero. Act iii. Sc. .
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.
Source: Essays and Studies
Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?
Source: A Baby’s Death.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.
Source: Etude réalistique.
There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.
Source: Bothwell.Act ii. Sc. .
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
To wipe off the froth of falsehood from the foaming lips of inebriated virtue, when fresh from the sexless orgies of morality and reeling from the delirious riot of religion, may doubtless be a charitable office.
Source: Under the Microscope.
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