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

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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