from Canto III

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He there builds up a formidable dyke
     Between his own and others’ intellect;
But Wordsworth’s poem, and his followers, like
    Joanna Southcote’s Shiloh, and her sect,
Are things which in this century don’t strike
     The public mind, so few are the elect;
And the new births of both their stale virginities
Have proved but dropsies, taken for divinities.