Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

201. Soothsay 4/12/2010
202. Sonnet Ci: The One Hope 4/12/2010
203. Blake 4/12/2010
204. Sonnet Lxxxvii: Death's Songsters 4/12/2010
205. On Certain Elizabethan Revivals 4/12/2010
206. Sonnet Xcv: The Vase Of Life 4/12/2010
207. Sonnet Xli : Through Death To Love 4/12/2010
208. Sonnet Lxviii: A Dark Day 4/12/2010
209. La Bella Mano 4/12/2010
210. Sonnet Xlv: Secret Parting 4/12/2010
211. Sonnet Xxii: Heart's Haven 4/12/2010
212. Sonnet Xxxvi: Life-In-Love 4/12/2010
213. John Keats 4/12/2010
214. Sacred To The Memory Of Algernon R. G. Stanhope 4/12/2010
215. Sonnet Xxxi: Her Gifts 4/12/2010
216. Sonnet Lxxvii: Soul's Beauty 4/12/2010
217. Chimes 4/12/2010
218. Antwerp And Bruges 4/12/2010
219. At The Sun-Rise In 1848 4/12/2010
220. Smithereens 4/12/2010
221. For Our Lady Of The Rocks By Leonardo Da Vinci 4/12/2010
222. Sonnet Lxxxiii: Barren Spring 4/12/2010
223. Sonnet Xlvii: Broken Music 4/12/2010
224. Dantis Tenebrae (In Memory Of My Father) 4/12/2010
225. Even So 4/12/2010
226. Troy Town 4/12/2010
227. L’envoi: Brussels, Hotel Du Midi 4/12/2010
228. Down Stream 4/12/2010
229. Sonnet Vii: Supreme Surrender 4/12/2010
230. Sonnet Lix: Love's Last Gift 4/12/2010
231. Sonnet Xxiv: Pride Of Youth 4/12/2010
232. Sonnet Liii: Without Her 4/12/2010
233. Sonnet Ix: Passion And Worship 4/12/2010
234. Sunset Wings 4/12/2010
235. Dawn On The Night-Journey 4/12/2010
236. Sonnet Xxx: Last Fire 4/12/2010
237. Rose Mary 4/12/2010
238. Mnemosyne 4/12/2010
239. Dante At Verona 4/12/2010
240. Samuel Taylor Coleridge 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
In...

Read the full of Autumn Song

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.

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