Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

161. Sonnet Ii: Bridal Birth 4/12/2010
162. Sonnet Iii: Love's Testament 4/12/2010
163. Sonnet Iv: Lovesight 4/12/2010
164. Sonnet Ix: Passion And Worship 4/12/2010
165. Sonnet Liii: Without Her 4/12/2010
166. Sonnet Liv: Love's Fatality 4/12/2010
167. Sonnet Lix: Love's Last Gift 4/12/2010
168. Sonnet Lv: Stillborn Love 4/12/2010
169. Sonnet Lx: Transfigured Life 4/12/2010
170. Sonnet Lxi: The Song-Throe 4/12/2010
171. Sonnet Lxii: The Soul's Sphere 4/12/2010
172. Sonnet Lxiii: Inclusiveness 4/12/2010
173. Sonnet Lxiv: Ardour And Memory 4/12/2010
174. Sonnet Lxix: Autumn Idleness 4/12/2010
175. Sonnet Lxv: Known In Vain 4/12/2010
176. Sonnet Lxvi: The Heart Of The Night 4/12/2010
177. Sonnet Lxvii : The Landmark 4/12/2010
178. Sonnet Lxviii: A Dark Day 4/12/2010
179. Sonnet Lxx: The Hill Summit 4/12/2010
180. Sonnet Lxxvii: Soul's Beauty 4/12/2010
181. Sonnet Lxxviii: Body's Beauty 4/12/2010
182. Sonnet Lxxx: From Dawn To Noon 4/12/2010
183. Sonnet Lxxxiii: Barren Spring 4/12/2010
184. Sonnet Lxxxv: Vain Virtues 4/12/2010
185. Sonnet Lxxxvi: Lost Days 4/12/2010
186. Sonnet Lxxxvii: Death's Songsters 4/12/2010
187. Sonnet Lxxxviii: Hero's Lamp. 4/12/2010
188. Sonnet V: Heart's Hope 4/12/2010
189. Sonnet Vi: The Kiss 4/12/2010
190. Sonnet Vii: Supreme Surrender 4/12/2010
191. Sonnet Viii: Love's Lovers 4/12/2010
192. Sonnet X: The Portrait 4/12/2010
193. Sonnet Xc: “retro Me, Sathana!” 4/12/2010
194. Sonnet Xci: Lost On Both Sides 4/12/2010
195. Sonnet Xciv: Michelangelo 's Kiss 4/12/2010
196. Sonnet Xcv: The Vase Of Life 4/12/2010
197. Sonnet Xcvi: Life The Beloved 4/12/2010
198. Sonnet Xcvii: A Superscription 4/12/2010
199. Sonnet Xcviii: He And I 4/12/2010
200. Sonnet Xi: The Love-Letter 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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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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