In A Copy Of Mr. Swinburne's Tristram Of Lyonesse

"Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird,         And the long sighing grass her elegy;     She who a woman was is now a star         In th"

"Simple am I, I care no whit         For pelf or place,     It is enough for me to sit         And watch Dulcinea's face;     To mark the light"

"The Dcadent was speaking to his soul -     Poor useless thing, he said,     Why did God burden me with such as thou?     The body were enough,"

"'Our little babe,' each said, 'shall be     Like unto thee' - 'Like unto thee!'     'Her mother's' - 'Nay, his father's' - 'eyes,'     'Dear cu"

"(In Four Books.) With eager search to dart the soul, Curiously vain, from pole to pole, And from the planets' wandering spheres To extort the number o"

"POETS, like lawful monarchs, ruled the stage, Till critics, like damn'd Whigs, debauch'd our age. Mark how they jump: critics would regulate Our theat"