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I am bound by my own definition of criticism: a disinterested endeavour to learn and propagate the best that is known and thought in the world.
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"We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides."
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Poetry is at bottom a criticism of life.
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"The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light."
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"With close-lipp'd Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbour to Despair."
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