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And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Age: 72 †
Born: 1837
Born: April 5
Died: 1909
Died: April 10
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London
England
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I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.
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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.
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We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure Today will die tomorrow Time stoops to no man's lure.
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I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.
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Yet leave me not yet, if thou wilt, be free love me no more, but love my love of thee.
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From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever That dead men rise up never That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
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Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
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