Madeleine Emerald Thiele

The Victorian Butterfly muses upon Art, Angels & other stuff in between.



Another Love by Rossetti

Of her I thought who now is gone so far: And, the thought passing over, to fall thence Was like a fall from spirit into sense Or from the heaven of heavens to sun and star. None other than Love's... Continue Reading →


Crossing the Bar by Tennyson

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When... Continue Reading →

Ave Atque Vale by Swinburne

Swinburne heard mistakenly that Baudelaire had died, and produced the following poem 'In Memory of Charles Baudelaire'. Baudelaire died in Paris, on the 31st August, 1867 at only aged 46. Nous devrions pourtant lui porter quelques fleurs; Les morts, les... Continue Reading →

O ye gods!

O ye gods! I beseech ye not to spare me my youth, but to leave me the virtues of youth - disinterested animosities, disinterested tears! Let me not become a scolding old (wo)man, enviously growling at a younger race of... Continue Reading →

The Angel by William Blake

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne'er beguiled! And I wept both night and day, And he wiped my tears away; And I... Continue Reading →

The Death of Little Nell from Dickens’ The Old Curiosity Shop

They moved so gently, that their footsteps made no noise; but there were sobs from among the group, and sounds of grief and mourning. For she was dead. There, upon her little bed, she lay at rest. The solemn stillness... Continue Reading →

The Sleeping Children by William Lisle Bowles

Look at those sleeping children; softly tread, Lest thou do mar their dream, and come not nigh Till their fond mother, with a kiss, shall cry, 'Tis morn, awake! awake! Ah! they are dead! Yet folded in each other's arms... Continue Reading →

The Sphinx by Oscar Wilde

In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For silver moons are... Continue Reading →

Dark Angel by Lionel Johnson

Dark Angel, with thine aching lust To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence! Because of thee, no thought, no thing, Abides for me undesecrate: Dark Angel, ever on the wing, Who... Continue Reading →

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