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 ...
It was Lilith the wife of Adam:(Sing Eden Bower!)Not a drop of her blood was human,But she was made like ...
O HAVE you seen the Stratton floodThat's great with rain to-day?It runs beneath your wall, Lord Sands,Full of the new-mown ...
The blessed damozel leaned outFrom the gold bar of Heaven;Her eyes were deeper than the depthOf waters stilled at even;She ...
THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs' and the prize-fighters' pal: The mind of a groom And the ...
A constant keeping-past of shaken trees, And a bewildered glitter of loose road; Banks of bright growth, with single blades ...
II sat with Love upon a woodside well,Leaning across the water, I and he;Nor ever did he speak nor looked ...
Could you not drink her gaze like wine?Yet though its splendour swoonInto the silence languidlyAs a tune into a tune,Those ...
BETWEEN Holmscote and Hurstcote The river-reaches wind,The whispering trees accept the breeze,The ripple's cool and kind;With love low-whispered 'twixt the ...
IREND, rend thine hair, Cassandra: he will go.Yea, rend thy garments, wring thine hands, and cryFrom Troy still towered to ...
I LOOKED and saw your eyes In the shadow of your hair, As a traveller sees the stream In the ...
WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair?Nay, be thou all a rose,-wreath, lips, and cheek.Nay, not this house,-that ...
Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told(The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,)That, ere the snake's, her ...
Not in thy body is thy life at all,But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;Through these she yields ...
Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled,Stooping against the wind, a charioteerIs snatched from out his chariot by the hair,So ...
I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack, In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse; But holding that ...
As when desire, long darkling, dawns, and firstThe mother looks upon the newborn child,Even so my Lady stood at gaze ...
Could Juno's self more sovereign presence wearThan thou, 'mid other ladies throned in grace?-Or Pallas, when thou bend'st with soul-stilled ...
This feast-day of the sun, his altar thereIn the broad west has blazed for vesper-song;And I have loitered in the ...
THE wind flapped loose, the wind was still,Shaken out dead from tree and hill:I had walked on at the wind's ...
How should I your true love knowFrom another one?"By his cockle-hat and staffAnd his sandal-shoon.""And what signs have told you ...
CON manto d'oro, collana, ed anelli,Le piace aver con quelliNon altro che una rosa ai suoi capelli.WITH golden mantle, rings, ...
ROBE d'or, mais rien ne veutQu'une rose ? ses cheveux.A golden robe, yet will she wear Only a rose in ...
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