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Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650): Thomas Heywood
By Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tom, if they loved thee best who called thee Tom.
What else may all men call thee, seeing thus bright
Even yet the laughing and the weeping light
That still thy kind old eyes are kindled from?
Small care was thine to assail and overcome
Time and his child Oblivion: yet of right
Thy name has part with names of lordlier might
For English love and homely sense of home,
Whose fragrance keeps thy small sweet bayleaf young
And gives it place aloft among thy peers
Whence many a wreath once higher strong Time has hurled:
And this thy praise is sweet on Shakespeare’s tongue
‘O good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world!’
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From "Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems" - 1882
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