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