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The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Age: 72 †
Born: 1837
Born: April 5
Died: 1909
Died: April 10
Literary Critic
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London
England
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A young man with a very good past. [Fr., Un jeune homme d'un bien beau passe.]
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Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
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Where might is, the right is: Long purses make strong swords. Let weakness learn meekness: God save the House of Lords!
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