- The Seraph And The Poet
The seraph sings before the manifest
God-One, and in the burning of the Seven,
And with the full life of consummate
Heaving beneath him like a mother's
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- The North And The South
I
"Now give us lands where the olives grow,"
Cried the North to the South,
"Where the sun with a golden mouth can blow
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- The Romaunt Of Margret (excerpts)
IX
"My lips do need thy breath,
My lips do need thy smile,
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- From 'the Soul's Travelling'
God, God!
With a child's voice I cry,
Weak, sad, confidingly,
God, God!
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- On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon
Wordsworth upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud
Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
Then break against the rock, and show behind
The lowland valleys floating up to crowd
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