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
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
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.
song heart blue
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: So this winged 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.
eye
Your eyes smile peace.
sometimes all-things seems
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
art hands giving
Give honour unto Luke Evangelist; For he it was (the aged legends say) Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.
art spring flower
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs that winter still must bind, And whom today the Spring no more concerns. Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.
love lasts eternity
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.