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By Algernon Charles Swinburne About this Poet English poet and critic Algernon Charles Swinburne was born into a wealthy Northumbrian family in London, England in 1837. He was educated at Eton College and at Balliol College, Oxford, but did not complete a degree. Swinburne was one of the most accomplished lyric poets...
Algernon Charles Swinburne comes closest of all the Victorians to being a Renaissance man. John Ruskin said that he could write as well in Greek, Latin, Italian, and French as he could in English.
By Algernon Charles Swinburne. Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems. Dead winds' and spent waves' riot. In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing. For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time and mowing, A sleepy world of streams.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (ur. 5 kwietnia 1837 w Londynie, zm. 10 kwietnia 1909 tamże) – angielski poeta, dramaturg, powieściopisarz i krytyk; łączył idee prerafaelitów z tradycją romantyczną. Pisał ballady, liryki, dramaty historyczne i poetyckie (Atalanta w Kalydonie), prace krytyczno- i historycznoliterackie.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (* 5. April 1837 in London; † 10. April 1909 ebenda), auch kurz A. C. Swinburne, war ein englischer Dichter und Autor in der viktorianischen Zeit. Sein frühes dichterisches Schaffen kreiste um Themen wie Sadomasochismus, Todessehnsucht, lesbische Phantasien oder anti-christliche Einstellungen. Es wurde als großer ...
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Londres, 1837 - 1909) Poeta y crítico inglés. Importante creador e iconoclasta, Swinburne transformó el estilo y el lenguaje poético victorianos de forma radical, e introdujo toda una gama de recursos (variaciones tonales, ritmos, aliteraciones, rimas internas, sintestesia) que de manera inevitable lo condujeron al impresionismo.
March: An Ode. By Algernon Charles Swinburne. I. Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight, The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight; The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered ...
