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. Death Of A Wombat 3/10/2012
50. Johannes Ronge 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. To Philip Bourke Marston, Inciting Me To Poetic Work 4/12/2010
61. World's Worth 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

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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

Dream-Love

Young Love lies sleeping
In May-time of the year,
Among the lilies,
Lapped in the tender light:
White lambs come grazing,
White doves come building there:
And round about him
The May-bushes are white.

Soft moss the pillow
For oh, a softer cheek;
Broad leaves cast shadow
Upon the heavy eyes:
There wind and waters
Grow lulled and scarcely speak;
There twilight lingers
The longest in the skies.

Young Love lies dreaming;
But who shall tell the dream?
A perfect sunlight
On rustling forest tips;
Or perfect moonlight
Upon a ...

Read the full of Dream-Love

The Woodspurge

The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk'd on at the wind's will,--
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,--
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.