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, beheld of no man,Only heard on river and mere-She whose beauty was more than human?-But where are the snows of yester-year? — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. ... 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 -… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share
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
