Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

161. Sonnet Xvi: A Day Of Love 4/12/2010
162. Penumbra 4/12/2010
163. Sonnet Lxxxiv: Farewell To The Glen 4/12/2010
164. Raleigh’s Cell In The Tower 4/12/2010
165. La Ricordanza 4/12/2010
166. Sonnet Xliii: Love And Hope 4/12/2010
167. Sonnet Xxxix: Sleepless Dreams 4/12/2010
168. Sonnet Xxiii: Love's Baubles 4/12/2010
169. Sonnet Lxxxv: Vain Virtues 4/12/2010
170. Sonnets Llxxi:Lxxii:Lxxiii: The Choice 4/12/2010
171. Sonnet Lx: Transfigured Life 4/12/2010
172. Idle Blessedness 4/12/2010
173. Sonnet Xxxvii: The Love-Moon 4/12/2010
174. Sonnet Xiv: Youth's Spring-Tribute 4/12/2010
175. Sonnet Xxxii: Equal Troth 4/12/2010
176. Sonnet Xi: The Love-Letter 4/12/2010
177. Between Ghent And Bruges 4/12/2010
178. Joan Of Arc 4/12/2010
179. Mary Magdalene At The Door Of Simon The Pharisee. 4/12/2010
180. At The Station Of The Versailles Railway 4/12/2010
181. Pandora (For A Picture) 4/12/2010
182. Percy Bysshe Shelley 4/12/2010
183. Sonnets Lvi:Lvii: Lviii: True Woman 4/12/2010
184. Youth And Lordship 4/12/2010
185. Sonnets Xcii: Xciii: The Sun's Shame 4/12/2010
186. Sonnet Xc: “retro Me, Sathana!” 4/12/2010
187. Sonnet Xv: The Birth-Bond 4/12/2010
188. Sonnet I: Love Enthroned 4/12/2010
189. Sonnet Lxx: The Hill Summit 4/12/2010
190. Sonnet Xix: Silent Noon 4/12/2010
191. In The Train, And At Versailles 4/12/2010
192. Sonnet Xxv: Winged Hours 4/12/2010
193. For A Venetian Pastoral By Giorgione (In The Louvre) 4/12/2010
194. Beauty And The Bird 4/12/2010
195. Sonnet Xxviii: Soul-Light 4/12/2010
196. Dennis Shand 4/12/2010
197. Sonnet Lxxxvi: Lost Days 4/12/2010
198. Sonnet Ii: Bridal Birth 4/12/2010
199. Place De La Bastille, Paris 4/12/2010
200. St. Wagner’s Eve 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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  • 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...

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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...

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.