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        <h1>Charles Algernon Swinburne</h1> 
        was born in London (England) in 1837.
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        Even if his victorian contemporaries were outraged by his mystical 
        appraoch of morbidity and his unconventional use of sexual imagery, 
        he remains an absolute master of the English meter. 
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        Taken from his <em>Hymn to Proserpine</em>

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        <h1>Charles Algernon Swinburne</h1>
        est né à Londres (Angleterre) en 1837
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        Même si ses contemporains victoriens ont été choqués par son approche 
        mystique de la morbidité et un usage peu conventionnel de l'imagerie 
        sexuelle, il reste un maître écontesté du vers anglais.
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        Tiré de son <em>Hymne à Proserpine</em>

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      <h1>Charles Algernon Swinburne</h1>
      nacido en Londres (Inglaterra) en 1837
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      A pesar de que sus contemporaneos fueron assustado de su mezcla del mysticismo 
      y de la morbilidad, el sigue siendo un incontestable maestro del verso inglés 
      en la era victoriana.
      <br /><br />
      Del <em>Himno a Proserpina</em>
    
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      <h2>Proserpine</h2>

      All delicate days and pleasant, all spirits and<br /> 
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;sorrows are caste<br />
      Far out, with  the foam of the present that sweeps <br />
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to the surf of the past :<br />
      Waste water washes, and tall ships founder, and <br />
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;deep death waits:<br />
      Where beyond the extreme sea-wall, and between <br />
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the remote sea-gates,<br />
      Where, mighty with deepening sides, clad about by <br />
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the seas as with wings <br /> 
      <br /><br />
      And impelled of invisible tides, and fulfilled of <br />
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;unspeakable things,<br />
      White eyed and poisonous-finned, shark-toothed and <br />
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;serpentine-curled,<br />
      Rolls, under the withening wind of the future, the <br />
      &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;wave of the world.<br />


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