Jenny (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
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 shadows fall along the wall, It's night at Haye-la-Serre; The maidens ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
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 ...
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with, Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass Whitened by distance,-further than ...
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 ...
THE silver cord is loosed, he said, "The golden bowl is broken; A few more prayers having been prayed, A ...
I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one's eye ...
SAY, is it day, is it dusk in thy bower,Thou whom I long for, who longest for me?Oh! be it ...
CONSIDER the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible,- ...
ITo-day Death seems to me an infant childWhich her worn mother Life upon my kneeHas set to grow my friend ...
LAY your head here, Mary, Lay your head here, While the blown grass, Mary, With timid voice and wary, Sings ...
AH! dear one, we were young so long,It seemed that youth would never go,For skies and trees were ever in ...
WAVING whispering trees, What do you say to the breeze And what says the breeze to you? 'Mid passing souls ...
NON NOI PITTORI! God of Nature's truth, If these, not we! Be it not said, when one Of us goes ...
THIS tree, here fall'n, no common birth or deathShared with its kind. The world's enfranchised son,Who found the trees of ...
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;For how should I be loved as I love thee?-I, graceless, joyless, ...
Love,through your spirit and mine what summer eveNow glows with glory of all things possess'd,Since this day's sun of rapture ...
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 ...
AH yes, exactly so; but when a man Has trundled out of England into France And half through Belgium, always ...
I said: "Nay, pluck not,-let the first fruit be:Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,But let it ripen ...
In a dull swiftness we are carried by With bodies left at sway and shaking knees. The wind has ceased, ...
It is grey tingling azure overhead With silver drift. Beneath, where from the green The trees are reared, the distance ...
Two separate divided silences,Which, brought together, would find loving voice;Two glances which together would rejoiceIn love, now lost like stars ...
Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless playIn idle scornful hours he flings ...
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