Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

121. On The Road 4/12/2010
122. On The Road To Waterloo: 17 October (En Vigilante, 2 Hours) 4/12/2010
123. On The Site Of A Mulberry-Tree; Planted By Wm. Shakspeare; Felled By The Rev. F. Gastrell 4/12/2010
124. On The Two Bridal-Biers 4/12/2010
125. On The Vita Nuova Of Dante 4/12/2010
126. On William Morris 4/12/2010
127. One Of Time’s Riddles 4/12/2010
128. Pandora (For A Picture) 4/12/2010
129. Parody Of “uncle Ned” 4/12/2010
130. Parted Presence 4/12/2010
131. Penumbra 4/12/2010
132. Percy Bysshe Shelley 4/12/2010
133. Place De La Bastille, Paris 4/12/2010
134. Plighted Promise 4/12/2010
135. Possession 4/12/2010
136. Praise And Prayer 4/12/2010
137. Pride Of Youth 3/10/2012
138. Proserpina 4/12/2010
139. Raleigh’s Cell In The Tower 4/12/2010
140. Returning To Brussels 4/12/2010
141. Rose Mary 4/12/2010
142. Sacrament Hymn 4/12/2010
143. Sacred To The Memory Of Algernon R. G. Stanhope 4/12/2010
144. Samuel Taylor Coleridge 4/12/2010
145. Shakespear 4/12/2010
146. Silent Noon 1/3/2003
147. Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Antwerp) 4/12/2010
148. Sister Helen 12/31/2002
149. Smithereens 4/12/2010
150. Song And Music 1/3/2003
151. Sonnet Lxxix: The Monochord 4/12/2010
152. Sonnet Lxxxi: Memorial Thresholds 4/12/2010
153. Sonnet Lxxxii: Hoarded Joy 4/12/2010
154. Sonnet Lxxxiv: Farewell To The Glen 4/12/2010
155. Sonnet Lxxxix: The Trees Of The Garden 4/12/2010
156. Sonnet Xlii: Hope Overtaken 4/12/2010
157. Sonnet Xxxvi: Life-In-Love 4/12/2010
158. Sonnet Xxxvi: Life-In-Love 4/12/2010
159. Sonnet Ci: The One Hope 4/12/2010
160. Sonnet I: Love Enthroned 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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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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