The Works of Dante Gabriel RossettiEllis, 1911 - 684 pages |
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BALLATA Beatrice Beatrice Portinari beauty behold bitter Blake Blake's blessed breast breath CANZONE Cino Cino da Pistoia Corso Donati DANTE ALIGHIERI Dante's dark dead dear death Dino Compagni doth dream eyes face fair fear fire Florence Francesco da Barberino gaze Ghibellines God's grace grief Guelfs Guido Cavalcanti hair hand hast hath hear heard heart Hell and Heaven hope hour King kiss knew lady lady's Lapo Gianni laugh light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Love's Mary Mother night Nineveh o'er once passed picture pity poem poet rose Rossetti round seemed shadow sighs sight Sing Eden Bower Sister Helen sleep song SONNET sore soul speak speech spirit sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought to-day turn Twas unto Vita Nuova voice weeping Wherefore wind wings words youth
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Page 38 - Consider the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin: yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Page 100 - UNDER the arch of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned ; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath, The sky and sea bend on thee, — which can draw, By sea or sky or woman, to one law, The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath.
Page 6 - Mid deathless love's acclaims. Spoke evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names ; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm.
Page 76 - Bv 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 shore Even as that sea which Israel crossed dryshod...
Page 537 - TELL me now in what hidden way is Lady 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?
Page 191 - CONSIDER the sea's listless chime : Time's self it is, made audible, — The murmur of the earth's own shell. Secret continuance sublime Is the sea's end : our sight may pass No furlong further. Since time was, This sound hath told the lapse of time. No quiet, which is death's, — it hath The mournfulness of ancient life, Enduring always at dull strife. As the world's heart of rest and wrath, Its painful pulse is in the sands. Last utterly, the whole sky stands, Gray and not known, along its path.
Page 67 - He sends a ring and a broken coin, Sister Helen, And bids you mind the banks of Boyne." "What else he broke will he ever join, Little brother?" (O Mother, Mary Mother, No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!) "He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen, You pardon him in his mortal pain.
Page 614 - I sat with Love upon a woodside well. Leaning across the water, I and he; Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me, But touched his lute wherein was audible The certain secret thing he had to tell: Only our mirrored eyes met silently In the low wave; and that sound came to be The passionate voice I knew; and my tears fell. And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers; And with his foot and with his wing-feathers He swept the spring that watered my heart's drouth. Then the dark ripples spread to waving...
Page 75 - ... spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own? O love, my love! if I no more should see Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee, Nor image of thine eyes in any spring, — How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope The ground-whirl of the perished leaves...
Page 188 - WATER, for anguish of the solstice : — nay, But dip the vessel slowly, — nay, but lean And hark how at its verge the wave sighs in Reluctant. Hush I beyond all depth away The heat lies silent at the brink of day : Now the hand trails upon the viol-string That sobs, and the brown faces cease to sing, Sad with the whole of pleasure.