Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death
Algernon Charles SwinburneThere 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.
Algernon Charles SwinburneHope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.
Algernon Charles Swinburne