Miłość, sen i śmierć nadchodzą pomałuSchwyć mnie za włosy i mocno pocałuj. - Algernon Charles Swinburne
I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken, and I am the blow. - Algernon Charles Swinburne
Here now in his triumph where all things falter, Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread,As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead. - Algernon Charles Swinburne
Today will die tomorrow. - Algernon Charles Swinburne
But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart. - Algernon Charles Swinburne