Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

1. The Last Three From Trafalgar At The Anniversary Banquet, St October - 4/12/2010
2. The Sin Of Detection 4/12/2010
3. The Turning-Point 4/12/2010
4. Thomas Chatterton 4/12/2010
5. The World’s Doing 4/12/2010
6. A Bitter Song to His Lady 10/13/2015
7. Ladies that have intelligence in love 10/13/2015
8. Thomae Fides 4/12/2010
9. The Staff And Scrip 4/12/2010
10. The Staircase Of Notre Dame, Paris 4/12/2010
11. There Is A Poor Sneak Called Rossetti 2/3/2015
12. The Lady’s Lament 4/12/2010
13. The Passover In The Holy Family (For A Drawing) 4/12/2010
14. The Seed Of David (For A Picture) 4/12/2010
15. The Wombat 4/12/2010
16. The Card-Dealer 4/12/2010
17. The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.—20th February 1437 4/12/2010
18. The Song Of The Bower 4/12/2010
19. The Mirror 4/12/2010
20. The White Ship Henry I. Of England.—25th November 1120 4/12/2010
21. The Church-Porches 4/12/2010
22. The House Of Life: 66. The Heart Of The Night 1/1/2004
23. The Honeysuckle 4/12/2010
24. The Orchard-Pit 4/12/2010
25. The Day-Dream 4/12/2010
26. The English Revolution Of 1848 4/12/2010
27. Three Shadows 4/12/2010
28. The House Of Life: 97. A Superscription 1/1/2004
29. The Bride's Prelude 4/12/2010
30. The House Of The Life: 19. Silent Noon 1/1/2004
31. The Burden Of Nineveh 4/12/2010
32. The House Of Life: 41. Through Death To Love 1/1/2004
33. The House Of Life: 72. The Choice, Ii 1/1/2004
34. The House Of Life: 73. The Choice, Iii 1/1/2004
35. The House Of Life: 71. The Choice, I 1/1/2004
36. The House Of The Life (66): The Heart Of The Night 1/3/2003
37. Tiber, Nile, And Thames 4/12/2010
38. The House Of The Life: Silent Noon 1/3/2003
39. The House Of The Life (19): Silent Noon 1/3/2003
40. The Cloud Confines 12/31/2002

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    what's the title of this sonnet?

    ye ladies, walking past me with piteous eyed,

    who is the lady that lies prostrate here?
    Can this be even she my heart holds dear?
    Nay, if it be so, speak, and nothing hide.

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    Sort out the genuine from the glib and cliché-ridden and you will find some good poetry, but it's hard graft. Rossetti is the perfect example of a poet who had immense facility with language. Always ask to what end it is put, however...

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Best Poem of Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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.

But now, whatever while the soul is fain
To list that wonted murmur, as it were
The speech-bound sea-shell's low importunate strain, -
No breath of song, thy voice alone is there,
O bitterly ...

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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.

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