Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

41. Tiber, Nile, And Thames 4/12/2010
42. The House Of The Life: Silent Noon 1/3/2003
43. The House Of The Life (19): Silent Noon 1/3/2003
44. The House Of Life: The Sonnet 1/1/2004
45. The Sea Limits 1/3/2003
46. The Portrait 12/31/2002
47. The House Of The Life: 36. Life-In-Love 1/1/2004
48. First Love Remembered 4/12/2010
49. Johannes Ronge 3/10/2012
50. Death Of A Wombat 3/10/2012
51. The House Of The Life: The Kiss 1/3/2003
52. Pride Of Youth 3/10/2012
53. The Kiss 1/3/2003
54. On The Road To Waterloo: 17 October (En Vigilante, 2 Hours) 4/12/2010
55. On The Site Of A Mulberry-Tree; Planted By Wm. Shakspeare; Felled By The Rev. F. Gastrell 4/12/2010
56. Wellington's Funeral 4/12/2010
57. On The Road 4/12/2010
58. Parody Of “uncle Ned” 4/12/2010
59. From Paris To Brussels (11 P.M. 15 October To Half-Past 1 P.M. 16) Proem At The Paris Station 4/12/2010
60. World's Worth 4/12/2010
61. To Philip Bourke Marston, Inciting Me To Poetic Work 4/12/2010
62. To The P.R.B. 4/12/2010
63. For A Virgin And Child By Hans Memmelinck 4/12/2010
64. Duns Scotus 4/12/2010
65. To Thomas Woolner 4/12/2010
66. Untitled #2 4/12/2010
67. Twas Thus 4/12/2010
68. On Browning’s Sordello 4/12/2010
69. Maccracken 4/12/2010
70. Messer Dante A Messer Bruno 4/12/2010
71. Untitled #1 4/12/2010
72. On Leaving Bruges 4/12/2010
73. Last Visit To The Louvre The Cry Of The P.R.B., After A Careful Examination Of The Canvases Of Ruben 4/12/2010
74. Gioventu E Signoria 4/12/2010
75. For An Allegorical Dance Of Women By Andrea Mantegna 4/12/2010
76. English May 4/12/2010
77. Sonnet Lxxix: The Monochord 4/12/2010
78. For 4/12/2010
79. Vox Ecclesiae, Vox Christi 4/12/2010
80. Last Sonnets At Paris 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

Read the full of Autumn Song

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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