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IN QUANTITY.
All that chorus of indolent reviewers.Hard, hard, hard is it, only not to tumble,So fantastical is the dainty metre.Wherefore slight me not wholly, nor believe me Too presumptuous, indolent reviewers.O blatant Magazines, regard me rather—Since I blush to belaud myself a moment—As some rare little rose, a piece of inmost Horticultural art, or half coquette-likeMaiden, not to be greeted unbenignly.
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