Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossettiwas an English poet, illustrator, painter and translator. He founded the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood in 1848 with William Holman Hunt and John Everett Millais. Rossetti was later to be the main inspiration for a second generation of artists and writers influenced by the movement, most notably William Morris and Edward Burne-Jones. His work also influenced the European Symbolists and was a major precursor of the Aesthetic movement...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 May 1828
wise lying enemy
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.
eye
Your eyes smile peace.
sometimes all-things seems
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
song heart blue
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
sweet smart heart
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:And as the last slow sudden drops are shedFrom sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.
genius
Beauty like hers is genius.
pride youth poet
I am not as these are, the poet saithIn youth's pride, and the painter, among menAt bay, where never pencil comes nor pem
glasses silence hours
Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
lying fall feet
If God in his wisdom have brought closeThe day when I must die,That day by water or fire or airMy feet shall fall in the destined snareWherever my road may lie.
memories grief perfect
From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.
farewell opportunity names
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
soulmate fall long-ago
You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.
yellow hair corn
Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.
beautiful world-and-life world
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.