“Rhyme is the native condition of lyric verse in English; a rhymeless lyric is a maimed thing.”

Algernon Charles Swinburne

“Sweet Love, that art so bitter.”

Algernon Charles Swinburne

“I can truly say with Shelley that I have been fortunate in friendships: that I have been no less fortunate in my enemies than in my friends.”

Algernon Charles Swinburne

“There was a bad poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff. But the public, though dull, Has not quite such a skull As belongs to believers in Clough.”

Algernon Charles Swinburne

“When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale am...”

Algernon Charles Swinburne