He triumphs over his difficulties partly by audacity, partly by seriousness, partly by the enchantment of song.

But the poem will never be read through except by students of English literature.

It is a whole; its members are well-fitted; it is full of beauties--in parts they swarm like fire-flies; and _yet_ it is not a good poem.

It is like a well-shaped house, built of mud, and stuck full of precious stones.

I do not care, in my limited space, to quote from it.
Never was there a more incongruous dragon of allegory.
Both brothers were injured, not by their worship of Spenser, but by the form that worship took--imitation.