"I got a severe attack of fever and was laid up for six or seven days. It was a struggle whether Meghanad will finish me or I finish him. Thank Heaven. I have triumphed. He is dead, that is to say, I have finished the VI Books in about 750 lines. It cost me many a tear to kill him. The poem is rising into splendid popularity. Some say it is better than Milton — but that is all bosh — nothing can be better than Milton —, many say it licks Kalidasa —, I have no objection to that."
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A letter, stating his feeling about the tragic hero Meghanad of the Ramayana (1860), as quoted in Māikela Madhusūdana (1973) by R̥shi Dāsa - 1973.
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Michael Madhusudan Dutt
Michael Madhusudan Dutt or Michael Madhusudan Dutta [Bengali: মাইকেল মধুসূদন দত্ত Maikel Modhushudôn Dôtto] (25 January 1824 – 29 June 1873) was a popular 19th century Bengali poet and dramatist.
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