If there's room for poets in this world,
Their sole work is to represent the age,
Their age, not Charlemagne's,--this live, throbbing age,
That brawls, cheats, maddens, calculates, aspires,
And spends more passion, more heroic heat,
Betwixt the mirrors of its drawing-rooms,
Than Roland with his knights at Roncesvalles.
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh
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