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Excerpt from The Poetry of Wilfrid Blunt
For the rest there is a Poetry of Life, even as there is a Poetry of Art. In English the two at their highest are met in Chaucer and (especially) in Shakespeare, and in these alone. And the poet of Proteus and some other things must be, and no doubt is, content to know himself one of them that follow - not Milton, the supreme Poet of Art, but - Byron and Burns: poets who courted Life like a mistress, and made no more account of Art than many make of their wives, but were satisfied with companion ship, and a pleasant house, and the presence of goodly.
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