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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 tragedy <em>Atalanta in Calydon</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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        Extrait de sa tragédie <em>Atalante à Calydon</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.
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        De su tragedía <em>Atalanta en Calydon</em>
        
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      <h2>Atalanta</h2>

	  	Before the beginning of years<br />
		  There came to the making of  man<br />
		  Time, with a gift of tears;<br />
		  Grief, with a cup that ran;<br />
		  Pleasure, with pain for leaven;<br />
		  Summer,  with flowers that fell;<br />
		  Remembrance fallen from Heaven,<br />
		  And madness risen from Hell<br />
		  Strenght without hands to smite;<br />
		  Love that endures for a breath:<br /> 
		  Night,  the shadow of Light <br />
		  And Life the shadow of death.<br />
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		  And the high gods took in hand<br />
		  Fire, and the falling of tears,<br />
		  And a measure of slinding sang<br />
		  From under the feet of the years;<br />
		  And froth and drift of the sea;<br />
		  And dust of the labouring earth;<br />
		  And bodies of things to be<br />
		  In the houses of deatn and of birth;<br />
		  &amp; wrought with weeping &amp; laughter,<br />
		  &amp; faqshioned with loathing &amp; love,<br />
		  With Life before and after <br />
		  And death beneath and above,<br />
		  For a day and a night and a morrow<br />
		  That his strenght might endure for a span<br />
		  With travail and heavy sorrow,<br />
		  The holy spirit of man.<br />



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