"He is so firmly and avowedly fixed in an attitude of revolt against the current notion of decency and dignity and social duty that to beg of him to be a little more decent, to fly a little less persistently and gleefully to the animal side of human nature, is simply to beg him to be something different from Mr. Swinburne."
There lived a singer in France of old
By the tideless dolorous midland sea.
In a land of sand and ruin and gold
here shone one woman, and none but she.
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