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The Collected Works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Volume 2
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Visualização completa - 1888
arms beneath Blake blood breast breath brother called child close cried dark dead death deep door dream eyes face fair father fear feet fell fire gaze God's hair hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven held Hell hope hour Italy King kiss knew lady laughed leaves light lips living look Lord lost Love's Mary meet moon Mother never night o'er once pale passed past picture poem poor Queen rest rose round seemed sense shadow shame side sight Sister Helen song SONNET soul speak spirit spoke Spring stand stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought till told turned Twas voice whole wind wings woman youth
Página 234 - The sun was gone now; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Página 470 - Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house ; and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the Lord had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money, and every one an earring of gold.
Página 178 - ... 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...
Página 212 - Shall leap, as fountains veil the changing sky. Now kiss, and think that there are really those, My own high-bosomed beauty, who increase Vain gold, vain lore, and yet might choose our way! Through many years they toil; then on a day They die not, — for their life was death, — but cease; And round their narrow lips the mould falls close.
Página 235 - And I myself will teach to him, I myself, lying so, The songs I sing here ; which his voice Shall pause in, hushed and slow, And find some knowledge at each pause, Or some new thing to know.
Página 71 - Oh his son still cries, if you forgive, Sister Helen, The body dies but the soul shall live.' ' Fire shall forgive me as I forgive, Little brother!
Página 225 - 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 ! But should there dart One moment through...
Página 236 - She ceased. The light thrilled towards her, fill'd With angels in strong level flight. Her eyes prayed, and she smil'd. (I saw her smile.) But soon their path Was vague in distant spheres : And then she cast her arms along The golden barriers, And laid her face between her hands, And wept. (I heard her tears.) LOVE'S NOCTURN.
Página 141 - And like the moil round a sinking cup The waters against her crowded up. A moment the pilot's senses spin, — The next he snatched the Prince 'mid the din, Cut the boat loose, and the youth leaped in. A few friends leaped with him, standing near. "Row ! the sea's smooth and the night is clear !" "What ! none to be saved but these and I...
Página 87 - Everywhere, be it dry or wet And market-night in the Haymarket. Our learned London children know, Poor Jenny, all your pride and woe; Have seen your lifted silken skirt Advertise dainties through the dirt; Have seen your coach-wheels splash rebuke On virtue; and have learned your look When, wealth and health slipped past, you stare Along the streets alone, and there, Round the long park, across the bridge, The cold lamps at the pavement's edge Wind on together and apart, A fiery serpent for your...