"I should recall to your recollection him, (specially now as in this honourable circle which surrounds me he is himself present,) who of all poets, and above all has exhibited the manners, the pursuits, and the feelings, religious and traditional, of the poor,—I will not say in a favourable light merely, but in a light which glows with the rays of heaven. To his poetry, therefore, they should, I think, be now referred, who sincerely desire to understand and feel that secret harmonious intimacy which exists between honourable Poverty, and the severer Muses, sublime Philosophy, yea, even our most holy Religion."
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John Keble, Creweian Oration at the Oxford Commemoration in the Sheldonian Theatre (1839), quoted in J. T. Coleridge, A Memoir of the Rev. John Keble, M.A. Late Vicar of Hursley (1869), p. 249
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