Algernon Charles Swinburne

“ Up jumped, with his neck stretching out like a gander,
⁠Master Swinburne, and squealed, glaring out thro' his hair,
"All Virtue is bosh! Hallelujah for Landor!
⁠I disbelieve wholly in everything!—There!"
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With language so awful he dared them to treat 'em,—
⁠Miss Ingelow fainted in Tennyson's arms.
Poor Arnold rushed out, crying "Sœcl' inficetum!"
⁠And great bards and small bards were full of alarms;
Till Tennyson, flying and red as a gypsy,
⁠Struck his fist on the table and uttered a shout:
"To the door with the boy! Call a cab! He is tipsy!" ”

“ The company gathered embraced great and small bards,
⁠Both strong bards and weak bards, funny and grave,
Fat bards and lean bards, little and tall bards,
⁠Bards who wear whiskers, and others who shave. ”