Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
Algernon Charles SwinburneThere is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
Algernon Charles SwinburneThere lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.
Algernon Charles SwinburneBefore the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
Algernon Charles Swinburne