Famous Quotes by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns awayAll shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
Beauty like hers is genius.
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.
From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.
Gather a shell from the strewn beach And listen at its lips: they sigh The same desire and mystery, The echo of the whole sea's speech.
Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.
If God in his wisdom have brought close, The day when I must die, That day by water or fire or air, My feet shall fall in the destined snare, Wherever my road may lie.
I am not as these are, the poet saith. In youth's pride, and the painter, among menAt bay, where never pencil comes nor pen.
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.
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
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.
Places that are empty of you are empty of life.
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.
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
Sudden Light 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 light around the shore.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.
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.
Your eyes smile peace.