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As when, complaining in melodious groans,
Sweet Philomel, beneath a poplar shade,
Mourns her lost young, which some rough village hind
Observing, from their nest, unfledged, has stole:
She weeps all night; and, perched upon a bough,
With plaintive notes repeated fills the grove.

— Joseph Trapp The Works of Virgil: Translated Into English Blank Verse (1731)

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A man cannot command his own motions while he reads this; the very verses are alive; and the reader is transported out of himself.

The art and triumph of poetry are in nothing more seen and felt than in moving the passions.

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Poetry itself being the music of thoughts and words, as music is the poetry of sounds.

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Aurora, from Tithonus' saffron bed
Now rising, sprinkled over the world with light.

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Of mine the world will and ought to be judge, whatever I say or think, and its judgment in these matters is never erroneous.

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