Dantis Tenebrae (In Memory of my Father) (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
AND didst thou know indeed, when at the fontTogether with thy name thou gav'st me his,That also on thy son ...
AND didst thou know indeed, when at the fontTogether with thy name thou gav'st me his,That also on thy son ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
I am heaping the bones of the old mother To build us a hold against the host of the air; ...
AFTER these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! ...
In the season of Lent remembering my dust how far below I am than Christ Yet he died for me ...
Nine long months of silence unable to preach, to pray aloud to lead the people as he had done his ...
Gray words on the page, drawing me in To your spell May I use you, argue with you Make my ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
MALHEUR à la malheureuse Tamise Qui coule si preès du Spectateur. Le directeur Conservateur Du Spectateur Empeste la brise. Les ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus.-Buy braw troggin frae ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me, One of those naked Graces tell That ...
He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was ...
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