XCV.

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[215] 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.