Algernon Charles Swinburne

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.

In fierce March weather
White waves break tether,
And whirled together
At either hand,
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In fierce March weather
White waves break tether,
And whirled together
At either hand,
Like weeds uplifted,
The tree-trunks rifted
In spars are drifted,
Like foam or sand.

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.

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.

Between the two seas the sea-bird's wing makes halt,
Wind-weary; while with lifting head he waits
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Between the two seas the sea-bird's wing makes halt,
Wind-weary; while with lifting head he waits
For breath to reinspire him from the gates
That open still toward sunrise on the vault
High-domed of morning.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne,