Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

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

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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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