Love’s Nocturn (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor That whined in a coign of the dark; And the fiends were aroused ...
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory: With eyelids closed, over the crested foam, And ...
Where are the stockmen bluff and bold,Who pitched their tents on the far frontier,Where wealth was not in bond or ...
All so grave and shining see they comeFrom the blissful ranks of the forgiven,Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal ...
They said that we should meet no more,They said she never should be mine They swore to see me dead, ...
IThe heart you hold too small and local thing,Such spacious terms of edifice to bear.And ...
"HEAVEN is open every day; In night also He that would wend his upward way ...
Farewell, my lady dear and dread, Farewell, of all sovereign and queen, Farewell, perfect and sacred head, Farewell, who dost ...
They seem the enfolding mountains of some fairer landThat lies beyond the world,With vales of purpling rose in hills eburnean ...
I must go on: There may be ways unseenFor you to elude exigencies of fate;You may know subtle means to ...
Last sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,Are you a drift Sargasso, where the WestIn halcyon calm rebuilds her fatal ...
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
I The Roaring Tinker if you like, But Mannion is my name, And I beat up the common sort And ...
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
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