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 ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
In our Museum galleriesTo-day I lingered o'er the prizeDead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes,-Her Art for ever in fresh wiseFrom ...
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 ...
Let no man ask thee of anything Not yearborn between Spring and Spring. More of all worlds than he can ...
A constant keeping-past of shaken trees, And a bewildered glitter of loose road; Banks of bright growth, with single blades ...
SAY, is it day, is it dusk in thy bower,Thou whom I long for, who longest for me?Oh! be it ...
YESTERDAY was St. Valentine. Thought you at all, dear dove divine, Upon the beard in sorry trim And rueful countenance ...
LUNGI ? la luce che in s? questo muroRifrange appena, un breve istante scortaDel rio palazzo alla soprana porta.Lungi quei ...
(In the Hospital of St. John at Bruges) MYSTERY: Catherine the bride of Christ. ...
(In the Louvre) SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be The ...
Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hairAs close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,Whereof the articulate ...
The changing guests, each in a different mood,Sit at the roadside table and arise:And every life among them in like ...
Woolner and Stephens, Collinson, Millais, And my first brother, each and every one, What portion is theirs now beneath the ...
I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack, In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse; But holding that ...
As thy friend's face, with shadow of soul o'erspread,Somewhile unto thy sight perchance hath beenGhastly and strange, yet never so ...
As the child knows not if his mother's faceBe fair; nor of his elders yet can deemWhat each most is; ...
IN her deep bosom the pride settled down-That pride which is a brackish thing like salt; And the life in ...
Even as a child, of sorrow that we giveThe dead, but little in his heart can find,Since without need of ...
PEACE in her chamber, wheresoe'erIt be, a holy place:The thought still brings my soul such graceAs morning meadows wear.Whether it ...
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