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

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

Read the full of Autumn Song

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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