" By Heaven, had I the teeth of Caucasus
Red-hot from Promethean agonies,
And tusks more lucid than the lunar snows,
On those jagged lawns of Asia, cavernous
With many a dragon banquet-eyes like those
Minerva made of flint to shatter Jove--
I'd hurl their hate upon thee, and myself
Die in a red parabola of Fate!
--Ernest Wheldrake, The Monomaniac's Tragedy "

― Algernon Charles Swinburne , New Writings of Swinburne