Dante Gabriel Rossetti famous quotes

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
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Sweet #Fall #Night

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Atheist #Cynical #Religion

The sea hath no king but God alone.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Kings #Ocean #Sea

Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Hair #Yellow #Blonde

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
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Hurt #Taken #Heart

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Empty

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Sometimes #Thyself

Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Glasses #Silence #Hours

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.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Wise #Lying #Enemy

I do not see them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. 'I am thyself,what hast thou done to me?' 'And Iand Ithyself,' (lo! each one saith,) 'And thou thyself to all eternity!
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Self #Done #Lasts

Give honour unto Luke Evangelist; For he it was (the aged legends say) Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Art #Hands #Giving

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.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Song #Heart #Blue

Your eyes smile peace.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Eye

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.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Sweet #Light #Doors

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.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Beach #Echoes #Sea

And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns awayAll shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Song #Night #Light

This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be overrun. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Autumn #Blessing #Grieving

I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Sweet #Climbing #Wind

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.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Soulmate #Fall #Long

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Garden #Blue #Sky

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Abandon

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Love #Lasts #Eternity

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.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Art #Spring #Flower

The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Joy #Triumph #Delight

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Heart #Beloved

Beauty like hers is genius.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Genius

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.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Sweet #Smart #Heart

Still we say as we go,-"Strange to think by the wayWhatever there is to know,That shall we know one day.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Thinking #One Day #Strange

If God in his wisdom have brought closeThe day when I must die,That day by water or fire or airMy feet shall fall in the destined snareWherever my road may lie.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Lying #Fall #Fire

Tell me now in what hidden way isLady Flora the lovely Roman?Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais,Neither of them the fairer woman?Where is Echo, beheld of no man,Only heard on river and mere-She whose beauty was more than human?-But where are the snows of yester-year?
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Men #Echoes #Years

From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Memories #Grief #Perfect

Unto the man of yearning thought And aspiration, to do nought Is in itself almost an act.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Men #He Man #Aspiration

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Farewell #Opportunity #Names

I am not as these are, the poet saithIn youth's pride, and the painter, among menAt bay, where never pencil comes nor pem
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

#Pride #Youth #Poet