Words On The Window-Pane (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
DID she in summer write it, or in spring, Or with this wail of autumn ...
DID she in summer write it, or in spring, Or with this wail of autumn ...
Parson, these things in thy possessingAre better than the Bishop's blessing.A Wife that makes conserves; a SteedThat carries double when ...
Wherefore thy burden and thy toil, O Sun? Borne up the steep and hollow heavens afar Thy worlds retard thee, ...
Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to fleeFrom winds that sweep the winter-bitten wold,-Like multiform circumfluence manifoldOf night's flood-tide,-like terrors that agreeOf ...
If I die now, I have not lived in vain; If this last breath, which quivers through my lip. Into ...
She who gives all, and yet withholds her heart, Gives nothing worthy for a man to take-- Gives as the ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
1 Lo d? che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - Dante Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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