Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

241. Limericks 4/12/2010
242. Stratton Water 4/12/2010
243. Antwerp To Ghent 4/12/2010
244. Sonnet Xxix: The Moonstar 4/12/2010
245. Sonnet Xxxv: The Lamp's Shrine 4/12/2010
246. Sonnet Lxix: Autumn Idleness 4/12/2010
247. A New-Year’s Burden 4/12/2010
248. Cassandra 4/12/2010
249. Sonnets Lxxiv: Lxxv:Lxxvi: Old And New Art 4/12/2010
250. Sonnet Lxvii : The Landmark 4/12/2010
251. Spheral Change 4/12/2010
252. After The German Subjugation Of France, 1871 4/12/2010
253. Sonnet Lv: Stillborn Love 4/12/2010
254. Sonnet Xl: Severed Selves 4/12/2010
255. Sonnet Xciv: Michelangelo 's Kiss 4/12/2010
256. Sonnet Viii: Love's Lovers 4/12/2010
257. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Dark Glass 4/12/2010
258. Sonnet Vii: Supreme Surrender 4/12/2010
259. Sonnet X: The Portrait 4/12/2010
260. On A Handful Of French Money 4/12/2010
261. Another Love 4/12/2010
262. A Bad Omen 4/12/2010
263. An Old Song Ended 4/12/2010
264. Sonnets Xlix: L: Li: Lii: Willowwood 4/12/2010
265. Address To The Dalziel Brothers 4/12/2010
266. Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Antwerp) 4/12/2010
267. God's Graal 4/12/2010
268. A Young Fir-Wood 4/12/2010
269. Afterwards 4/12/2010
270. After The French Liberation Of Italy 4/12/2010
271. Sonnet Lxiii: Inclusiveness 4/12/2010
272. A Prayer 4/12/2010
273. Proserpina 4/12/2010
274. Astarte Syriaca 4/12/2010
275. Jenny 4/12/2010
276. A Superscription 4/12/2010
277. Sonnett Vi: A Nuptial Sleep 4/12/2010
278. A Last Confession 4/12/2010
279. Lxxiii The Choice, Iii 12/31/2002
280. Eden Bower 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...

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Xxxvi Life-In-Love

Not in thy body is thy life at all
But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;
Through these she yields thee life that vivifies
What else were sorrow's servant and death's thrall.
Look on thyself without her, and recall
The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise
That liv'd but in a dead-drawn breath of sighs
O'er vanish'd hours and hours eventual.

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