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For A Virgin And Child By Hans Memmelinck – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(In the Academy of Bruges)  MYSTERY: God, man’s life, born into man  Of woman. There abideth on her brow  The ended pang of knowledge, the which now  Is calm assured. Since first her task began  She hath known all. What … Continue reading

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First Love Remembered – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

PEACE in her chamber, wheresoe’er  It be, a holy place:  The thought still brings my soul such grace  As morning meadows wear.  Whether it still be small and light,  A maid’s who dreams alone,  As from her orchard-gate the moon  … Continue reading

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Dream Love – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Young Love lies sleeping  In May-time of the year,  Among the lilies,  Lapped in the tender light:  White lambs come grazing,  White doves come building there:  And round about him  The May-bushes are white.  Soft moss the pillow  For oh, … Continue reading

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During Music – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

O COOL unto the sense of pain  That last night’s sleep could not destroy;  O warm unto the sense of joy,  That dreams its life within the brain.  What though I lean o’er thee to scan  The written music cramped … Continue reading

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Height In Depth – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

HE turned his face apart, and gave a sigh  And a strange whimper—such a pitiful thing  As haunts the heart for days. “Yes, Love can bring  Unto a pass so low that it seems high:  And, when we see a … Continue reading

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Genius In Beauty – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call  Of Homer’s or of Dante’s heart sublime, —  Not Michael’s hand furrowing the zones of time, —  Is more with compassed mysteries musical;  Nay, not in Spring’s Summer’s sweet footfall  More gathered … Continue reading

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During Music – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

O COOL unto the sense of pain  That last night’s sleep could not destroy;  O warm unto the sense of joy,  That dreams its life within the brain.  What though I lean o’er thee to scan  The written music cramped … Continue reading

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