Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossettiwas an English poet, illustrator, painter and translator. He founded the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood in 1848 with William Holman Hunt and John Everett Millais. Rossetti was later to be the main inspiration for a second generation of artists and writers influenced by the movement, most notably William Morris and Edward Burne-Jones. His work also influenced the European Symbolists and was a major precursor of the Aesthetic movement...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 May 1828
atheist worst-moments cynical
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
beach kings ocean
The sea hath no king but God alone.
sweet fall night
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 - I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time's eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death's despite, And day and night yield one delight once more
empty
Places that are empty of you are empty of life.
beautiful world-and-life world
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.
hurt taken heart
Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet
soulmate fall long-ago
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, - I knew it all of yore.
yellow hair corn
Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.
heart beloved
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
farewell opportunity names
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
pride youth poet
I am not as these are, the poet saithIn youth's pride, and the painter, among menAt bay, where never pencil comes nor pem
glasses silence hours
Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
genius
Beauty like hers is genius.
sweet smart heart
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:And as the last slow sudden drops are shedFrom sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.