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1837–1909

II

Algernon Charles Swinburne

To die a dog's death once was held for shame. Not all men so beloved and mourned shall lie As many of these, whose time untimely came To die.

His years were full: his years were joyous: why Must love be sorrow, when his gracious name Recalls his lovely life of limb and eye? If aught of blameless life on earth may claim

Life higher than death, though death's dark wave rise high, Such life as this among us never came To die.

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