Sonnet XCVII: A Superscripti (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea ...
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea ...
Now, at Moonlight's fairy hour, When faintly gleams each dewy steep,And vale and Mountain, lake and bow'r, In ...
They bear no laurels on their sunless brows,Nor aught within their pale hands as they go;They look as men accustomed ...
Fools of the world, who dream that dreams are true-Believing still that life is what it seems,And trustful that the ...
Flushed faces of the younglike miniatures hungupon grey walls of silence,the smoke of myriad cigarettesweaves through the hushed regretsand lulls ...
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleepbloods clot the patches where they oozed rusts crumblefleshes slime sucking lusts around decay. ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
Not any higher stands the Grave For Heroes than for Men -- Not any nearer for the Child Than numb ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
1 TO conclude-I announce what comes after me; I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart. ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she ...
Heigho! the lark and the owl! One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: Only the nightingale, poor fond ...
1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling ...
HAIL! GODDESS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand'ring heart With fascinating ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
Yes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise, Where threat'ning clouds in sable grandeur lour; Where the blast yells, the ...
The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this ...
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