Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

A Foretaste - Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

AT length the then of my long hope was now;
Yet had my spirit an extreme unrest:
I knew the good from better was grown best
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  • Seamus O BrianSeamus O Brian (12/5/2016 9:29:00 AM)

    I have looked for some biographical or historical context which might illuminate why Mr. Rossetti might be lying in the grass, enjoying the confidence of a fulfilled hope like a gambler with a loaded dice, but I am coming up empty. Perhaps I should try a scholarly inquiry other than Google.

    A fine poem, nonetheless.
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  • Glen KappyGlen Kappy (12/5/2016 8:43:00 AM)

    a foretaste of what? i think i follow this poem which seems to me accessible, but i don't know what he's waiting for. is that the point? if any of you who read this thinks you know, i'd appreciate you communicating with me.
    -glen kappy
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  • Seema Sharma RimiSeema Sharma Rimi (12/5/2016 3:46:00 AM)

    A great poem.
    Thanks for it.
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  • Sabita SahooSabita Sahoo (12/5/2016 3:32:00 AM)

    Beautiful writing.Thanks poet for this sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (12/5/2016 2:17:00 AM)

    AT length the then of my long hope was now;
    Yet had my spirit an extreme unrest:
    I knew the good from better was grown best
    At length, but could not just as yet tell how.

    Nice poem.....
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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (12/5/2016 1:11:00 AM)

    Straight along! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (12/5/2016 12:53:00 AM)

    The heat against my naked face (no bough
    For shade) should tease me mad, like poisoned spice.
    I lay along, letting my whole self think,
    Nice poem shard.
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