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  1. Poems by Alfred de Musset. Alfred de Musset was born in December of 1810, in Paris, France. At the age of seventeen, in 1827, he recieved first place in an open competition of French essay, vowing to dedicate himself to t

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  2. Alfred de Musset, ‘Song of Fortunio’. The poet, dramatist, and novelist Alfred de Musset (1810-57) grew up reading old romances and staging little plays inspired by them, and he is a romantic – and Romantic – through and through, as this short quatrain poem, a ‘chanson’ or song of love, demonstrates.

  3. Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathay (French: [al.fʁɛd də my.sɛ]; 11 December 1810 – 2 May 1857) was a French dramatist, poet, and novelist. [1] [2] Along with his poetry, he is known for writing the autobiographical novel La Confession d'un enfant du siècle ( The Confession of a Child of the Century ).

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  5. Hope in God (L’espoir en Dieu) Lyrics. Now, ere this feeble heart beneath youth’s spell, To its illusions bids a last farewell, I fain would keep the old philosophy. Which makes Epicurus ...

  6. Summary. After trying medicine and law, Musset gave himself to literature and to a bohemian and dandyish life. At age eighteen he met Victor Hugo and joined his cénacle. In 1830 he published a set of narrative poems, Contes d’Espagne et d’Italie, which won him considerable fame. He soon began a stormy and short-lived affair with the ...

  7. Jun 21, 2021 · Alfred de Musset is a poet of the beginning of the 19th century in Paris. Mostly known for his romantic poems, his theater pieces and his novels, de Musset’s first collection of poems won the approval of Victor Hugo, who accepted him in his Romantic literary circle: Cénacle.

  8. Zack Rogow Alfred de Musset Three Poems by Alfred de Musset To Ulric G. À Ulric G. No eye, Ulric, has plumbed the sea’s deepest caves, Not a diving heron, or an old salt on board. The sun snapped its rays on those waves, Like a vanquished soldier breaking his sword. And Ulric, no eye has pierced the swirls

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