Sonnet XXIV: Pride of Youth (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
Even as a child, of sorrow that we giveThe dead, but little in his heart can find,Since without need of ...
Even as a child, of sorrow that we giveThe dead, but little in his heart can find,Since without need of ...
Speed on thy solemn pilgrimage, O Earth; And count thy rosary of golden days Before thy Maker's feet in prayerful ...
Now at the grave of summer standsA priest, in purple vestments stoled,And through the hills, his lifted hands,There runs a ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
They sleep well here, These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days In fierce Atlantic ways; And found not there, Beneath ...
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered Figuring what anything is for: Enough for her devotions that things are And ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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