The Poetical Works of Dante Gabriel RossettiEllis and Elvey, 1893 - 380 sider |
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Amelotte beneath bitter blessing breast breath brow cheek cloud cried Dante Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead dear death deep doth dream evermore eyes face fair feet fell fire flame flower gaze God's golden grace hair hand hath hear heard heart Hell and Heaven hour Jenny King kiss knew lady laughed leaned light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Love's Mary Mother moan moon neath night Nineveh o'er once pale passed powers primordial prayer Queen Rose Mary round scarce secret seemed shade shadow shame sighs sight silence Sing Eden Bower Sister Helen sleep smile song SONNET soul soul's spoke stood sweet tears thee thine thing thou thought throne to-day told trees Troy Town turned Twas unto VENUS VICTRIX voice weary White Ship wind wings words Yesterday's son youth
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Side 84 - Behold the lilies of the field. They toil not neither do they spin...
Side 228 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Side 229 - 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. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds.
Side 311 - Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.
Side 182 - Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: — So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Side 211 - This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise Thy voice and hand shake still; long known to thee By flying hair and fluttering hem — the beat Following her daily of thy heart and feet, How passionately and irretrievably, In what fond flight, how many ways and days...
Side 229 - It lies in heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge.
Side 221 - A SUPERSCRIPTION. LOOK in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark me, how still I am...
Side 65 - They come by the hill-verge from Boyne Bar, Sister Helen, And one draws nigh, but two are afar." "Look, look, do you know them who they are, Little brother?" (O Mother, Mary Mother, Who should they be, between...
Side 65 - Now close your eyes, for they're sick and sore, Sister Helen, And I'll play without the gallery door." "Aye, let me rest, — I'll lie on the floor, Little brother." (O Mother, Mary Mother, What rest to-night, between Hell and Heaven? j "Here high up in the balcony, Sister Helen, The moon flies face to face with me.