Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

281. The Last Three From Trafalgar At The Anniversary Banquet, St October - 4/12/2010
282. The Mirror 4/12/2010
283. The Orchard-Pit 4/12/2010
284. The Passover In The Holy Family (For A Drawing) 4/12/2010
285. The Portrait 12/31/2002
286. The Sea Limits 1/3/2003
287. The Seed Of David (For A Picture) 4/12/2010
288. The Sin Of Detection 4/12/2010
289. The Song Of The Bower 4/12/2010
290. The Sonnet 1/3/2003
291. The Staff And Scrip 4/12/2010
292. The Staircase Of Notre Dame, Paris 4/12/2010
293. The Stream's Secret 1/3/2003
294. The Turning-Point 4/12/2010
295. The White Ship Henry I. Of England.—25th November 1120 4/12/2010
296. The Wombat 4/12/2010
297. The Woodspurge 12/31/2002
298. The World’s Doing 4/12/2010
299. There Is A Poor Sneak Called Rossetti 2/3/2015
300. Thomae Fides 4/12/2010
301. Thomas Chatterton 4/12/2010
302. Three Shadows 4/12/2010
303. Tiber, Nile, And Thames 4/12/2010
304. To Mary In Summer 4/12/2010
305. To Philip Bourke Marston, Inciting Me To Poetic Work 4/12/2010
306. To The P.R.B. 4/12/2010
307. To Thomas Woolner 4/12/2010
308. Troy Town 4/12/2010
309. Twas Thus 4/12/2010
310. Untimely Lost Oliver Madox Brown Born 1855; Died 1874 4/12/2010
311. Untitled #1 4/12/2010
312. Untitled #2 4/12/2010
313. Valentine--To Lizzie Siddal 4/12/2010
314. Venus Verticordia (For A Picture) 4/12/2010
315. Verses To John Tupper 4/12/2010
316. Vox Ecclesiae, Vox Christi 4/12/2010
317. Wellington's Funeral 4/12/2010
318. William Blake 4/12/2010
319. Winter 4/12/2010
320. Woodspurge 1/3/2003
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...

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Xxxvi Life-In-Love

Not in thy body is thy life at all
But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;
Through these she yields thee life that vivifies
What else were sorrow's servant and death's thrall.
Look on thyself without her, and recall
The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise
That liv'd but in a dead-drawn breath of sighs
O'er vanish'd hours and hours eventual.

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