In good company

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A. C. Swinburne	[1]
Lord Roberts	[32]
Theodore Watts-Dunton as the “Ogre of the ‘Athenæum’”	[67]
Why Theodore Watts-Dunton published only two books	[84]
Theodore Watts-Dunton as an Amateur in Authorship and as a Good Fellow	[102]
One Aspect of the Many-sidedness of Theodore Watts-Dunton	[111]
The Last Days of Theodore Watts-Dunton	[126]
When Stephen Phillips read	[139]
Edward Whymper as I Knew Him	[149]
Oscar Wilde	[189]
S. J. Stone, the Hymn-writer	[236]

A. C. SWINBURNE

Had some old Pagan slept a thousand years,
To wake to-day, and stretching to the stars
Gaunt arms of longing, called on Venus, Mars,
June and Jove, Apollo and his peers;
And heard, for answer, echoing from the spheres,
“Thy gods are gone: the gods of old are dead.
It is by Christ thou shalt be comforted,
The pitying God who wipes away all tears.”

Such answer had there come, deaf ears, in scorn
Had turned the Pagan, and deaf ears turn we
To other voices, on this April morn,
Since he who sang the sunrise and the sea
Shall sing no more. Deaf are we and forlorn,
The gods are dead, and dead is Poetry.

CONTENTS

IN GOOD COMPANY

A. C. SWINBURNE