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 1 1|         were appalling. He had a poet's temperament, his mind
 2 1|   perfect conception. It was the poet's task to complete the sketches
 3 1|          Is not Cuvier the great poet of our era? Byron has given
 4 1|         He treats figures like a poet; a naught set beside a seven
 5 1|          this last pleasure to a poet and a man of science?" ~
 6 1|          he was talking with the poet whose works would have eclipsed
 7 1|       has revealed to us, like a poet, an intermediate world that
 8 1|       the reading of the will. A poet might have admired the magnificent
 9 2|    extinguish these feelings and poet's dreams within me. I was
10 2|        coxcombs about her. For a poet and a distracted wooer the
11 2|       evening came. How dearly a poet pays for the intellectual
12 2|        melt with the warmth of a poet's love. If I could only
13 2|         book just published by a poet, a genuine conception of
14 2|         the matter appealed to a poet. ~" 'How about money?' I
15 2|         and gossip, for he was a poet, and so must needs pit Greece
16 2|             I am listening," the poet replied. "Death or Foedora!
17 2|   Raphael. ~"A nice excuse!" the poet cried; "ought we not to
18 3| inscribed beneath it: "Classical poet in search of a rhyme." When
19 3|          was a tall, thin man, a poet of a surety, lost in one
20 3|          foresee the future, the poet his faculty of evoking nature,
21 3|          a perverse freak of the poet within him found a vague
22 3|        was always its import. ~A poet makes a poem of everything;