"To our private taste, there is always something a little toxic, almost artificial, in songs which, under an English aspect and dress, are yet so manifestestly the product of other skies. They affect us like translations; The very fauna and flora are alien, remote; the dog's tooth violet is but an ill substitute for the rathe primrose, nor can we ever believe that the wood-robin sings as sweetly as the English thrush."
The AthenaeumRudyard Kipling in Collected Poems
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