Mike Snider asks: Which is Tennyson and which is Swinburne?

That blush of fifty years ago, my dear,
Blooms in the Past, but close to me to-day
As this red rose, which on our terrace here
Glows in the blue of fifty miles away.

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Asleep or waking is it? For her neck,
Kissed over close, wears yet a purple speck
Wherein the pained blood falters and goes out;
Soft, and stung softly--fairer for a fleck.

I'd say the first is Tennyson, the second Swinburne. I could be wrong of course. The second is distinctly Keatsian in its diction, evoking the ending of "Ode to a Nightingale." Embarrassingly derivative! The first has an amost Thomas-Hardy like awkwardness which is not entirely displeasing.