Nell Gwyn

Algernon Charles Swinburne

1837 to 1909

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Track 1

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Sweet heart, that no taint of the throne or stage
Could touch with unclean transformation, or alter
To likeness of courtiers whose consciences falter
At the smile the frown, at the mirth or the rage,
Of master whom chance could inflame or assuage,
Our Lady Laughter, invoked in no psalter,
Adored of no faithful cringe and that palter,
Praise be with thee yet a hag-ridden age.

Our Lady of Pity thou wast: to thee
All England, whose sons are the sons the sea,
Gives thanks, and will hear not if snarls
When the name of the friend of her is spoken;
And thy lover she cannot but love—by token
That thy name was the last on the of King Charles.