"We haven't any sale for poetry, there isn't any call for it," secondhand booksellers will tell you, should you try to sell them any books of verse but Rudyard Kipling's Looking around their shelves and seeing the number of volumes of Martin Tupper, Montgomery, Samuel Rogers, and Felicia Hemans you will be disposed to agree with them.
Posterity has weighed these poets in the balance and found them wanting. A bookseller in the prime of life is reported to have once died from a sudden rush of blood to the head, so great was his joy and surprise at being asked by a casual customer for The Complete Works of Felicia Hemans.
Yet plentiful as the volumes of these poets are, they are cutnumbered by the volumes of verse by tha
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