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He oft finds med'cine who his grief imparts But double grief afflicts concealing harts Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead. T.S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood
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