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Antero Tarquinio de Quental

I lived from 1842-1891. I was from Portugal, and am in the European category.

Antero Quental was born on April 18, 1842 in Ponta Delgada, Azores.  Quental attended the University of Coimbra where he lead a group of young poets who called themselves the Generation of Coimbra.  They rebelled against Romanticism and struggled to change the outlook of literature and society.  Quental excelled in his studies while at Coimbra.



Quental wrote poetry at an early age, concentrating on sonnets. After the publication of one volume of verse, he joined the revolt of the young men who dethroned Castilho, the chief living poet of the elder generation, from his place as dictator over modern Portuguese literature.



He suffered from depression which intensified because of a spinal disease.  He withdrew from the word in general and his depression eventually drove him to suicide on the 11th of September 1891.



His volumes of poetry include Odes modernas (1865) and Sonetos (1881).  Even considering the small quanity of poetry he had written in his lifetime, he is ranked as one of the principal modern Portuguese poets.





Bibliography source: encyclopedia.com

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