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Theodore Watts-Dunton
Theodore Watts-Dunton (1832–1914) was an English critic, poet, and novelist, known for his friendship with notable writers like Algernon Charles Swinburne. He is best remembered for his novel "Aylwin" (1898), a romantic and mystical story reflecting his interest in gypsy life and folklore. Watts-Dunton played a significant role in Swinburne's later life, becoming his caretaker and helping him overcome alcoholism. Additionally, he was a key figure in the Pre-Raphaelite literary circle and contributed numerous critical essays to publications like the "Athenaeum".
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INTRODUCTION. For some years before his death it was the intention of Theodore Watts-Dunton to publish in volume form under the title of ‘Old Familiar Faces,’ the recollections of his friends that he had from time to time contributed to The Athenæum. Had his range of interests been less wide he might have found the time in which to further this and many other literary projects he had formed; but...
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CAUGHT IN THE EBBING TIDE A REMINISCENCE OF RAXTOX CLIFFS The mightiest Titan's stroke could not withstand An ebbing tide like this. These swirls denote How wind and tide conspire. I can but floatTo the open sea and strike no more for land.Farewell, brown cliffs, farewell, beloved sand Her feet have pressed—farewell, dear little boat Where Gelert,[Footnote] calmly sitting on my...
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