This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be overrun. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
Tell me now in what hidden way isLady Flora the lovely Roman?Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais,Neither of them the fairer woman?Where is Echo,… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Her enchanted hair was the first gold, and still she sits, young while the earth is old.” — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns awayAll shafts of shelterless tumultuous day. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
