Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:—
Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;
And Fame, whose loud wings fan the ashen Past
To signal-fires, Oblivion's flight to scare;
And Youth, with still some single golden hair
Unto his shoulder clinging, since the last
Embrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;
And Life, still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.
Love's throne was not with these; but far above
All passionate wind of welcome and farewell
He sat in breathless bowers they dream not of;
Though Truth foreknow Love's heart, and Hope foretell,
And Fame be for Love's sake desirable,
And Youth be dear, and Life be sweet to Love.