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century sets them apart from their forgotten contemporaries.
They are two of the unluckiestand yet luckiest-authors who ever tried to sell a manuscript along Broadway.
One of them is Edgar Allan Poe and the other is Walt Whitman.
They shall have a chapter to themselves.
But before turning to that chapter, we must look back to New England once more and observe the blossoming-time of its ancient commonwealths.
During the thirty years preceding the Civil War New England awoke to a new life of the spirit.
So varied and rich was her literary productiveness in this era that it still remains her greatest period, and so completely did New England writers of this epoch voice the ideals of the nation that the great majority of Americans, even today, regard these New Englanders as the truest literary exponents of the mind and soul of the United States.
We must take a look at them.
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