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There are certain poets—Spenser is one—with whom other poets, whatever the prejudices or inattention of the critics, have conspicuously kept faith. After his death in 1599 (when, according to Camden, contemporary writers symbolically threw not only verses but their pens into the grave), Spenser's general reputation slowly declined. It was with the practitioners that he continued to be important:Milton and Dryden, the young Keats, who was so transfixed by epithets like 'sea-shouldring Whales' in The Faerie Queene that he suddenly began to compose verse himself, and Yeats, for whom Spenser's lines were 'like bars of gold thrown ringing one upon another.'
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