Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

1. The Card-Dealer 4/12/2010
2. The Last Three From Trafalgar At The Anniversary Banquet, St October - 4/12/2010
3. The Sin Of Detection 4/12/2010
4. The Turning-Point 4/12/2010
5. The World’s Doing 4/12/2010
6. Thomas Chatterton 4/12/2010
7. A Bitter Song to His Lady 10/13/2015
8. Ladies that have intelligence in love 10/13/2015
9. Thomae Fides 4/12/2010
10. The Staff And Scrip 4/12/2010
11. The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.—20th February 1437 4/12/2010
12. The Church-Porches 4/12/2010
13. The Staircase Of Notre Dame, Paris 4/12/2010
14. There Is A Poor Sneak Called Rossetti 2/3/2015
15. The Lady’s Lament 4/12/2010
16. The Passover In The Holy Family (For A Drawing) 4/12/2010
17. The Seed Of David (For A Picture) 4/12/2010
18. The Wombat 4/12/2010
19. The Song Of The Bower 4/12/2010
20. The Day-Dream 4/12/2010
21. The English Revolution Of 1848 4/12/2010
22. The Honeysuckle 4/12/2010
23. The Bride's Prelude 4/12/2010
24. The Mirror 4/12/2010
25. The White Ship Henry I. Of England.—25th November 1120 4/12/2010
26. The House Of Life: 66. The Heart Of The Night 1/1/2004
27. Three Shadows 4/12/2010
28. The Burden Of Nineveh 4/12/2010
29. The House Of Life: 97. A Superscription 1/1/2004
30. The Orchard-Pit 4/12/2010
31. The House Of Life: 41. Through Death To Love 1/1/2004
32. The House Of The Life: 19. Silent Noon 1/1/2004
33. The Cloud Confines 12/31/2002
34. The Choice 1/3/2003
35. The House Of Life: 72. The Choice, Ii 1/1/2004
36. The House Of Life: 73. The Choice, Iii 1/1/2004
37. The House Of The Life (66): The Heart Of The Night 1/3/2003
38. The Gloom That Breathes Upon Me 1/3/2003
39. The House Of Life: 71. The Choice, I 1/1/2004
40. The House Of Life: 22. Heart's Haven 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Autumn Song

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In...

Read the full of Autumn Song

The Woodspurge

The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk'd on at the wind's will,--
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,--
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.

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