Critics and Poets

Matthias , Gifford, men like those,
Find in great poets but great foes;
In Wordsworth but a husky wheeze,
In Byron but a foul disease,
In Southey one who softly bleats,
And one of thinnest air in Keats.
Yet will these live for years and years,
When those have felt the fatal shears.
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