Heart’s ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give — Algernon Charles Swinburne
The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure — Algernon Charles Swinburne
Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last. — Algernon Charles Swinburne
Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she. — Algernon Charles Swinburne
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire… — Algernon Charles Swinburne