Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

1. The Card-Dealer 4/12/2010
2. The Last Three From Trafalgar At The Anniversary Banquet, St October - 4/12/2010
3. The Sin Of Detection 4/12/2010
4. The World’s Doing 4/12/2010
5. Thomas Chatterton 4/12/2010
6. A Bitter Song to His Lady 10/13/2015
7. Ladies that have intelligence in love 10/13/2015
8. Thomae Fides 4/12/2010
9. The Staff And Scrip 4/12/2010
10. The Church-Porches 4/12/2010
11. The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.—20th February 1437 4/12/2010
12. The Turning-Point 4/12/2010
13. The Staircase Of Notre Dame, Paris 4/12/2010
14. There Is A Poor Sneak Called Rossetti 2/3/2015
15. The Lady’s Lament 4/12/2010
16. The Passover In The Holy Family (For A Drawing) 4/12/2010
17. The Seed Of David (For A Picture) 4/12/2010
18. The Wombat 4/12/2010
19. The Song Of The Bower 4/12/2010
20. The English Revolution Of 1848 4/12/2010
21. The Honeysuckle 4/12/2010
22. The Mirror 4/12/2010
23. The White Ship Henry I. Of England.—25th November 1120 4/12/2010
24. The House Of Life: 66. The Heart Of The Night 1/1/2004
25. The Day-Dream 4/12/2010
26. The House Of Life: 97. A Superscription 1/1/2004
27. The House Of Life: 41. Through Death To Love 1/1/2004
28. The Bride's Prelude 4/12/2010
29. The House Of The Life: 19. Silent Noon 1/1/2004
30. The Burden Of Nineveh 4/12/2010
31. The Cloud Confines 12/31/2002
32. The House Of Life: 73. The Choice, Iii 1/1/2004
33. The House Of The Life (66): The Heart Of The Night 1/3/2003
34. The Gloom That Breathes Upon Me 1/3/2003
35. Three Shadows 4/12/2010
36. The House Of Life: 22. Heart's Haven 1/1/2004
37. The Choice 1/3/2003
38. The House Of The Life: Silent Noon 1/3/2003
39. The House Of The Life (19): Silent Noon 1/3/2003
40. The Orchard-Pit 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Autumn Song

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing

Read the full of Autumn Song

Broken Music

The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears
Her nursling's speech first grow articulate;
But breathless with averted eyes elate
She sits, with open lips and open ears,
That it may call her twice. 'Mid doubts and fears
Thus oft my soul has hearkened; till the song,
A central moan for days, at length found tongue,
And the sweet music welled and the sweet tears.

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