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Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650): Christopher Marlowe
By Algernon Charles Swinburne
Crowned, girdled, garbed and shod with light and fire,
Son first-born of the morning, sovereign star!
Soul nearest ours of all, that wert most far,
Most far off in the abysm of time, thy lyre
Hung highest above the dawn-enkindled quire
Where all ye sang together, all that are,
And all the starry songs behind thy car
Rang sequence, all our souls acclaim thee sire.
‘If all the pens that ever poets held
Had fed the feeling of their masters’ thoughts,’
And as with rush of hurtling chariots
The flight of all their spirits were impelled
Toward one great end, thy glory, nay, not then,
Not yet might’st thou be praised enough of men.
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From "Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems" - 1882
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