Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

1. Lxxiii The Choice, Iii 12/31/2002
2. The Choice 1/3/2003
3. The House Of Life: 41. Through Death To Love 1/1/2004
4. The Cloud Confines 12/31/2002
5. Twas Thus 4/12/2010
6. After The German Subjugation Of France, 1871 4/12/2010
7. Antwerp And Bruges 4/12/2010
8. Bambino Fasciato 4/12/2010
9. Barcarola 4/12/2010
10. Barcarola (#2) 4/12/2010
11. Boulogne To Amiens And Paris (3 To 11 P.M.; 3rd Class) 4/12/2010
12. Chimes 4/12/2010
13. Czar Alexander The Second 4/12/2010
14. Dis Manibus 4/12/2010
15. Duns Scotus 4/12/2010
16. During Music 4/12/2010
17. English May 4/12/2010
18. Fior Di Maggio 4/12/2010
19. First Love Remembered 4/12/2010
20. For “the Wine Of Circle” By Edward Burne Jones 4/12/2010
21. For A Marriage Of St. Catherine By Hans Memmelinck 4/12/2010
22. For A Virgin And Child By Hans Memmelinck 4/12/2010
23. For An Allegorical Dance Of Women By Andrea Mantegna 4/12/2010
24. For An Annunciation, Early German 4/12/2010
25. Fragments 4/12/2010
26. From Paris To Brussels (11 P.M. 15 October To Half-Past 1 P.M. 16) Proem At The Paris Station 4/12/2010
27. Gioventu E Signoria 4/12/2010
28. Height In Depth 4/12/2010
29. Hidden Harmony 4/12/2010
30. Last Sonnets At Paris 4/12/2010
31. Last Visit To The Louvre The Cry Of The P.R.B., After A Careful Examination Of The Canvases Of Ruben 4/12/2010
32. Maccracken 4/12/2010
33. Messer Dante A Messer Bruno 4/12/2010
34. On Christina Rossetti 4/12/2010
35. On Leaving Bruges 4/12/2010
36. On Refusal Of Aid Between Nations 4/12/2010
37. On The Field Of Waterloo 4/12/2010
38. On The Road 4/12/2010
39. On The Road To Waterloo: 17 October (En Vigilante, 2 Hours) 4/12/2010
40. On The Site Of A Mulberry-Tree; Planted By Wm. Shakspeare; Felled By The Rev. F. Gastrell 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: --
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our ...

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The Stream's Secret

What thing unto mine ear
Wouldst thou convey,--what secret thing,
O wandering water ever whispering?
Surely thy speech shall be of her.
Thou water, O thou whispering wanderer,
What message dost thou bring?

Say, hath not Love leaned low
This hour beside thy far well-head,

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