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 disappointment,—for up to that time, never having read any, he hated poetry,—fell on one of the five or six perfect poems in the world:

And he knew that he had read the most exquisite, the most insouciant, and the most universal account of every man's heart's desire—Margaret as she would be when she grew tall. He knew little of the glory that was Greece or the grandeur that was