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48 reader for a last example to turn first to Pushkin's "Cloud," and then read Shelley's poem on the same subject:—

(Oh, good, my Shelley! one dances to and fro; one cannot dance in a uniform, straightforward motion. Thy imagination never saw picture! Spin, whirl, rush,—yes, but dance?)

Who has not been stirred by the sight of the fleece-like, broken clouds on a moonlight night? But who on looking up to that noble arch overhead at such a moment could see it as a floor?&hellip;

29. I call this wretched poetry, even though other critics vociferously declare Shelley's