Dante At Verona (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
By none but me can the tale be told,The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.(Lands are swayed by a King on ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
What thing unto mine earWouldst thou convey,-what secret thing,O wandering water ever whispering?Surely thy speech shall be of her.Thou water, ...
Why did you melt your waxen man,Sister Helen?To-day is the third since you began."The time was long, yet the time ...
Who rules these lands? the Pilgrim said."Stranger, Queen Blanchelys.""And who has thus harried them?" he said."It was Duke Luke did ...
It was Lilith the wife of Adam:(Sing Eden Bower!)Not a drop of her blood was human,But she was made like ...
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
18th November 1852 "VICTORY!" So once more the cry must ...
THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs' and the prize-fighters' pal: The mind of a groom And the ...
Mother of the Fair Delight,Thou handmaid perfect in God's sight,Now sitting fourth beside the Three,Thyself a woman-Trinity,-Being a daughter born ...
This is her picture as she was:It seems a thing to wonder on,As though mine image in the glassShould tarry ...
II sat with Love upon a woodside well,Leaning across the water, I and he;Nor ever did he speak nor looked ...
I A REMOTE sky, prolonged to the sea's brim: One rock-point standing ...
IEat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.Surely the earth, that's wise being very old,Needs not our help. Then loose ...
Could you not drink her gaze like wine?Yet though its splendour swoonInto the silence languidlyAs a tune into a tune,Those ...
IBeholding youth and hope in mockery caughtFrom life; and mocking pulses that remainWhen the soul's death of bodily death is ...
IREND, rend thine hair, Cassandra: he will go.Yea, rend thy garments, wring thine hands, and cryFrom Troy still towered to ...
ITo-day Death seems to me an infant childWhich her worn mother Life upon my kneeHas set to grow my friend ...
The Orchard-PitPiled deep below the screening apple-branch They lie with bitter apples in their hands: And some are only ancient ...
TO-NIGHT this sunset spreads two golden wingsCleaving the western sky;Winged too with wind it is, and winnowingsOf birds; as if ...
Love hath a chamber all of imagery;And there is one dim nook,A little storied web wherein my heartFrom leaf to ...
IN this new shade of Death, the showPasses me still of form and face;Some bent, some gazing as they go,Some ...
ALONG the grass sweet airs are blownOur way this day in Spring.Of all the songs that we have knownNow which ...
'Twixt those twin worlds,-the world of Sleep, which gaveNo dream to warn,-the tidal world of Death,Which the earth's sea, as ...
AT length I sickened, standing in the sun Truthful and for the Truth, whose only fees Are madness and sharp ...
When first that horse, within whose populous wombThe birth was death, o'ershadowed Troy with fate,Her elders, dubious of its Grecian ...
WITH Shakspeare's manhood at a boy's wild heart,-Through Hamlet's doubt to Shakspeare near allied,And kin to Milton through his Satan's ...
BEHOLD Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands;And as she sways the branches with her hands,Along her ...
THE head and hands of murdered Cicero,Above his seat high in the Forum hung,Drew jeers and burning tears. When on ...
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