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  1. Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945) [1] was a British poet, critic, translator and magazine editor . Life. Born in Milford Haven, Wales, to Cornish parents, Symons was educated privately, spending much of his time in France and Italy.

  2. British poet, critic, and translator Arthur Symons was born in Wales and educated by private tutors. At 16, Symons moved to London, where he joined a vibrant literary community and participated, alongside poets like William Butler Yeats, in the notorious Rhymers’ Club, a group of poets and writers…

  3. Arthur Symons (born Feb. 28, 1865, Milford Haven, Pembrokeshire, Eng.—died Jan. 22, 1945, Wittersham, Kent) was a poet and critic, the first English champion of the French Symbolist poets. Symons’s schooling was irregular, but, determined to be a writer, he soon found a place in the London literary journalism of the 1890s.

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  4. Arthur William Symons, born on February 28, 1865, in Milford Haven, Wales, is a poet, critic, short story writer, translator, and editor. He is the author of several titles, including Silhouettes (Leonard Smithers, 1892) and Days and Nights (Macmillan and Co., 1899). He died on January 22, 1945.

  5. Arthur Symons was a poet, critic, and editor associated with the Aesthetic movement and the Decadent movement of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Symons is best known for his poetry, which often explores themes of urban life, psychological alienation, and the fleeting nature of beauty.

  6. When studying Arthur Symons’s special relationship with Belgian art and literature, the obvious starting point is his chapter ‘Maeterlinck as a Mystic’, which covered the new literary trends from France at the close of The Symbolist Movement in Literature (1899).

  7. By Arthur Symons. Side by side through the streets at midnight, Roaming together, Through the tumultuous night of London, In the miraculous April weather. Roaming together under the gaslight, Day’s work over, How the Spring calls to us, here in the city, Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover!