Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

321. A Sea-Spell 1/3/2003
322. Alas, So Long! 4/12/2010
323. The Blessed Damozel 12/31/2002
324. The Gloom That Breathes Upon Me With These Airs 1/3/2003
325. Sudden Light 12/31/2002
326. Silent Noon 1/3/2003
327. Dream-Love 1/3/2003
328. Broken Music 1/3/2003
329. A Little While 1/3/2003
330. Autumn Song 12/31/2002

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  • tsuchira ekimbo (10/3/2018 2:06:00 AM)

    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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  • Ian Fraser (11/30/2011 6:16:00 PM)

    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...

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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