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...critics, devoid of enthusiasm and inspiration, and utterly incapable of judging of the merits of — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...To sympathy, with hopes and fears it heeded not." feeling of love for poetry. Many persons speak, think, and write of poetry with a degree of extravagance...

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