Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

201. Sonnet Xii: The Lovers' Walk 4/12/2010
202. Sonnet Xiii: Youth's Antiphony 4/12/2010
203. Sonnet Xiv: Youth's Spring-Tribute 4/12/2010
204. Sonnet Xix: Silent Noon 4/12/2010
205. Sonnet Xl: Severed Selves 4/12/2010
206. Sonnet Xli : Through Death To Love 4/12/2010
207. Sonnet Xliii: Love And Hope 4/12/2010
208. Sonnet Xliv: Cloud And Wind 4/12/2010
209. Sonnet Xlv: Secret Parting 4/12/2010
210. Sonnet Xlvi: Parted Love 4/12/2010
211. Sonnet Xlvii: Broken Music 4/12/2010
212. Sonnet Xlviii: Death-In-Love 4/12/2010
213. Sonnet Xv: The Birth-Bond 4/12/2010
214. Sonnet Xvi: A Day Of Love 4/12/2010
215. Sonnet Xvii: Beauty's Pageant 4/12/2010
216. Sonnet Xviii: Genius In Beauty 4/12/2010
217. Sonnet Xx: Gracious Moonlight 4/12/2010
218. Sonnet Xxi: Love Sweetness 4/12/2010
219. Sonnet Xxii: Heart's Haven 4/12/2010
220. Sonnet Xxiii: Love's Baubles 4/12/2010
221. Sonnet Xxiv: Pride Of Youth 4/12/2010
222. Sonnet Xxix: The Moonstar 4/12/2010
223. Sonnet Xxv: Winged Hours 4/12/2010
224. Sonnet Xxvi: Mid-Rapture 4/12/2010
225. Sonnet Xxvii: Heart's Compass 4/12/2010
226. Sonnet Xxviii: Soul-Light 4/12/2010
227. Sonnet Xxx: Last Fire 4/12/2010
228. Sonnet Xxxi: Her Gifts 4/12/2010
229. Sonnet Xxxii: Equal Troth 4/12/2010
230. Sonnet Xxxiii: Venus Victrix 4/12/2010
231. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Dark Glass 4/12/2010
232. Sonnet Xxxix: Sleepless Dreams 4/12/2010
233. Sonnet Xxxv: The Lamp's Shrine 4/12/2010
234. Sonnet Xxxvii: The Love-Moon 4/12/2010
235. Sonnet Xxxviii: The Morrow's Message 4/12/2010
236. Sonnets Llxxi:Lxxii:Lxxiii: The Choice 4/12/2010
237. Sonnets Lvi:Lvii: Lviii: True Woman 4/12/2010
238. Sonnets Lxxiv: Lxxv:Lxxvi: Old And New Art 4/12/2010
239. Sonnets Xcii: Xciii: The Sun's Shame 4/12/2010
240. Sonnets Xcix: C: Newborn Death 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

The Stream's Secret

What thing unto mine ear
Wouldst thou convey,--what secret thing,
O wandering water ever whispering?
Surely thy speech shall be of her.
Thou water, O thou whispering wanderer,
What message dost thou bring?

Say, hath not Love leaned low
This hour beside thy far well-head,

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