But were he true And I the traitor-then what heaven should do I wot not, but myself, being once awake Out of that treasonous trance, were fain to slake With all my blood the fire of shame wherein My soul should burn me living in my sin.
"Locrine - A Tragedy"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
What snares were set To take thy soul-what mist of treasonous breath Made blind in thee the sense that quickeneth In true men's inward eyesight, when they know And know not how they know the word it saith, The warning word that whispers loud or low - I ask not: be it enough these things are so.
"Locrine - A Tragedy"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Nor would he be this, but for a thought that inspires, while keeping him true to his treasonous intent.
"The Lone Ranche"
Captain Mayne Reid