“Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas,
Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno,
Wrote one song—and in my brain I sing it;
Drew one angel—borne, see, on my bosom!”

Stanza xix.
One Word More (1855)

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English poet and playwright of the Victorian Era 1812–1889

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