John Keats, who was killed off by one critique,

Just as he really promised something great,

If not intelligible, without Greek

Contrived to talk about the gods of late,

Much as they might have been supposed to speak.  ⁵⁵ Poor fellow! His was an untoward fate;

'T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, ^{ix 56} Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.