Dante Gabriel Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)
Quotations
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''A Sonnet is a moment's monument,
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. A Sonnet. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour.'' -
''Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. A Superscription. . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;'' -
''So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. Barren Spring. . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,'' -
''The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. Body's Beauty. . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent
And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went
Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent
And round his heart one strangling golden hair.'' -
''O love, my love! if I no more should see
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. Lovesight. . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,
How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
The wind of Death's imperishable wing?'' -
''Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. Silent Noon. . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky
So this winged hour is dropped to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.'' -
''I have been here before,
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. Sudden Light (l. 1-5). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.'' -
''Among those few, out of the sun,
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. The Woodspurge (l. 11-16). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
The woodspurge flowered, three cups in one.
From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory:
One thing then learnt remains to me,
The woodspurge has a cup of three.'' -
''The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. The Woodspurge (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walked on at the wind's will,
I sat now, for the wind was still.'' -
''What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), British poet. Without Her. . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood's counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.''
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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.
