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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with
nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry cannot have
much respect for himself or anything else. Poetry is that fine
particle within us that expands, rarifies, raises our whole
being.
- William Hazlitt
Poetry is the music of the soul; and above all, of great and
feeling souls.
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