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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

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Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.

The Heptalogia (1880)

My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain
When time and God give judgment.

Marino Faliero (1885)

Fear that makes faith may break faith; and a fool
Is but in folly stable.

Bothwell: A Tragedy (1874)

Night, the shadow of light,
And Life, the shadow of death.

Atalanta in Calydon (1865)

The loves and hours of the life of a man,
They are swift and sad, being born of the sea.

Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)

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