Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

41. Boulogne To Amiens And Paris (3 To 11 P.M.; 3rd Class) 4/12/2010
42. Broken Music 1/3/2003
43. Cassandra 4/12/2010
44. Chimes 4/12/2010
45. Czar Alexander The Second 4/12/2010
46. Dante At Verona 4/12/2010
47. Dantis Tenebrae (In Memory Of My Father) 4/12/2010
48. Dawn On The Night-Journey 4/12/2010
49. Death Of A Wombat 3/10/2012
50. Dennis Shand 4/12/2010
51. Dis Manibus 4/12/2010
52. Down Stream 4/12/2010
53. Dream-Land 1/3/2003
54. Dream-Love 1/3/2003
55. Duns Scotus 4/12/2010
56. During Music 4/12/2010
57. Eden Bower 4/12/2010
58. English May 4/12/2010
59. Even So 4/12/2010
60. Fiammetta 4/12/2010
61. Fior Di Maggio 4/12/2010
62. First Love Remembered 4/12/2010
63. For 4/12/2010
64. For “the Wine Of Circle” By Edward Burne Jones 4/12/2010
65. For A Marriage Of St. Catherine By Hans Memmelinck 4/12/2010
66. For A Venetian Pastoral By Giorgione (In The Louvre) 4/12/2010
67. For A Virgin And Child By Hans Memmelinck 4/12/2010
68. For An Allegorical Dance Of Women By Andrea Mantegna 4/12/2010
69. For An Annunciation, Early German 4/12/2010
70. For Our Lady Of The Rocks By Leonardo Da Vinci 4/12/2010
71. For Spring By Sandro Botticelli 4/12/2010
72. For The Holy Family By Michelangelo 4/12/2010
73. Found 4/12/2010
74. Fragments 4/12/2010
75. From Paris To Brussels (11 P.M. 15 October To Half-Past 1 P.M. 16) Proem At The Paris Station 4/12/2010
76. From The House Of Life The Sonnet 1/1/2004
77. Genius In Beauty 1/3/2003
78. Gioventu E Signoria 4/12/2010
79. God's Graal 4/12/2010
80. Height In Depth 4/12/2010
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...

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Broken Music

The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears
Her nursling's speech first grow articulate;
But breathless with averted eyes elate
She sits, with open lips and open ears,
That it may call her twice. 'Mid doubts and fears
Thus oft my soul has hearkened; till the song,
A central moan for days, at length found tongue,
And the sweet music welled and the sweet tears.

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