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The Pre-Raphaelite stream all started in 1848, and skilled its heyday within the 1860s and 1870s. inspired by way of the then little-known Keats and Blake, in addition to Wordsworth, Shelley and Coleridge, Pre-Raphaelite poetry "etherialized sensation" (in the phrases of Antony Harrison), and popularized the thought ofl'art pour l'art—art for art's sake. the place Victorian realist novels explored the grit and dirt of the economic Revolution, Pre-Raphaelite poems focused on extra summary topics of romantic love, creative thought and sexuality. Later they attracted Aesthetes and Decadents like Oscar Wilde, Aubrey Beardsley and Ernest Dowson, let alone Gerard Manley Hopkins and W.B. Yeats.

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