Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.Collection: Thankful
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
Conception, my boy, fundamental brain work, is what makes all the difference in art.
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.Collection: Beautiful
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.Collection: Heart
Places that are empty of you are empty of life.Collection: Empty
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 moreCollection: Sweet
Your eyes smile peace.Collection: Eye
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.Collection: Farewell
Beauty like hers is genius.Collection: Genius
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.Collection: Soulmate
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!Collection: Joy
The sea hath no king but God alone.Collection: Beach
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 yetCollection: Hurt
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.Collection: Sometimes
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.Collection: Lying
Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.Collection: Glasses
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.Collection: Sweet
I am not as these are, the poet saithIn youth's pride, and the painter, among menAt bay, where never pencil comes nor pemCollection: Pride
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns awayAll shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.Collection: Song
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?Collection: Men
Give honour unto Luke Evangelist; For he it was (the aged legends say) Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.Collection: Art
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.Collection: Song
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.Collection: Sweet
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.Collection: Sweet
Unto the man of yearning thought And aspiration, to do nought Is in itself almost an act.Collection: Men
From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.Collection: Memories
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.Collection: Wise
Still we say as we go,-"Strange to think by the wayWhatever there is to know,That shall we know one day.Collection: Thinking
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!Collection: Self