Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Gabriel Charles Dante Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882), generally known as Dante Gabriel Rossetti (/rəˈzɛti/),[1] was an English poet, illustrator, painter and translator, and member of the Rossetti family.
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On Christina Rossetti

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RE'S a female bard, grim as a fakier,
Who daily grows shakier and shakier
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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IS Soul fared forth (as from the deep
The father-songster plies the hour-long quest),
To feed his soul-brood hungering in the nest;
But his warm Heart, the mother-bird,
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Sonnet XLV Secret Parting

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Because our talk was of the
And moon-track of the journeying face of Fate,
Her tremulous kisses faltered at love's
And her eyes dreamed against a distant goal:
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The Orchard-Pit

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The
Piled deep below the screening apple-branch They lie with bitter apples in their hands:
And some are only ancient bones that blanch,
And some had ships that last year's wind did launch,
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Sonnet CI The One Hope

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When vain desire at last and vain
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten
And teach the unforgetful to forget
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Sonnet V Hearts Hope

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By what word's power, the key of paths untrod,
Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore,
Till parted waves of Song yield up the
Even as that sea which Israel crossed dryshod
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On Burns

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In whomsoe'er, since Poesy began,
A Poet most of all men we may scan,
Burns of all poets is the most a Man
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My Sister’s Sleep

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She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:
At length the long-ungranted
Of weary eyelids
The pain nought else might yet relieve
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Last Love [Canzone]

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Love hath a chamber all of imagery;
And there is one dim nook,
A little storied web wherein my
From leaf to leaf is read as in a book
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Sonnet VII Supreme Surrender

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To all the spirits of Love that wander
Along his love-sown harvest-field of
My lady lies apparent; and the
Calls to the deep; and no man sees but I
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

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'Twixt those twin worlds,—the world of Sleep, which
No dream to warn,—the tidal world of Death,
Which the earth's sea, as the earth, replenisheth,—Shelley,
Song's orient sun, to breast the wave,
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Sonnet XXIV Pride of Youth

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Even as a child, of sorrow that we
The dead, but little in his heart can find,
Since without need of thought to his clear
Their turn it is to die and his to live:—Even so the winged New Love smiles to
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The Blessed Damozel

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The blessed damozel leaned
From the gold bar of Heaven;
Her eyes were deeper than the
Of waters stilled at even;
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A Bad Omen

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On the first day the priest Could find no heart in the beast,
And two on the second day
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Between Ghent And Bruges

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AH yes, exactly so; but when a man Has trundled out of England into France And half through Belgium, always in this prance Of steam, and still has stuck to his first plan— Blank verse or sonnets; and as he began Would end;—why, even the blankest v...
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William Blake

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IS is the place
Even here the dauntless soul,
The unflinching hand, wrought on; till in that nook,
As on that very bed, his life
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