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. Algernon Charles Swinburne More Quotes by Algernon Charles Swinburne More Quotes From Algernon Charles Swinburne Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges;Thou art fed with perpetual breath, and alive after infinite changes,And fresh from the kisses of death,Of langours rekindled and rallied, Of barren delights and unclean,Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallidAnd poisonous queen. Algernon Charles Swinburne kissing queens art Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist. Algernon Charles Swinburne precedent kings men The beast faith lives on its own dung. Algernon Charles Swinburne positive-atheism beast atheism When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other. Algernon Charles Swinburne compensation fate men Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Algernon Charles Swinburne autumn rain sweet Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things. Algernon Charles Swinburne master things man glory
