Sonnet XXXIV: The Dark Glass (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
Not I myself know all my love for thee:How should I reach so far, who cannot weighTo-morrow's dower by gage ...
Not I myself know all my love for thee:How should I reach so far, who cannot weighTo-morrow's dower by gage ...
Go count the violets on April's breast, And all the rosy censers swung by June; Yea, every flower that opens, ...
Your heart is a music-box, dearest! With exquisite tunes at command, Of melody sweetest and clearest, If tried by a ...
Among storms, among fires, Among burning passions, In elemental, flaming strife, It flies to us from the heavens- A heavenly ...
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope. Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest, And say, ...
A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning ...
The fire of love was burning, yet so low That in the dark we scarce could see its rays, And ...
Oh, how I love Humanity, With love so pure and pringlish, And how I hate the horrid French, Who never ...
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse, Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind, Nor ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light, The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray: I wander ...
Ariel to Miranda: -- Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee; ...
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of ...
(My student, thrown by a horse) I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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