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4 de abr. de 2024 · Gabriele Rossetti (born Feb. 28, 1783, Vasto, Kingdom of Naples [Italy]—died April 24, 1854, London, Eng.) was an Italian poet, revolutionary, and scholar, known for his esoteric interpretation of Dante but best known as the father of several talented children, all of whom were born in England, to which he had fled as a political refugee from his native land.
4 de abr. de 2024 · William Michael Rossetti was an English art critic, literary editor, and man of letters, brother of Dante Gabriel and Christina Rossetti. Even as a child, William Michael was in many ways a contrast to his more flamboyant brother—in his calm and rational outlook, financial prudence, and lack of
4 de abr. de 2024 · Christina Rossetti was one of the most important of English women poets both in range and quality. She excelled in works of fantasy, in poems for children, and in religious poetry. Christina was the youngest child of Gabriele Rossetti and was the sister of the painter-poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
Hace 1 día · From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red, Fawned on each other where they lay apart. Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams, And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away. Slowly their souls swam up again, through gleams. Of watered light and dull drowned waifs of day; Till from some wonder of new woods and streams.
11 de abr. de 2024 · Joan Of Arc. God 's hand should send a Maid. The light of the day first saw. Where spirits go, what man may know? From the ashes of Joan the Maid. This word had Merlin said from of old:- That out of the Oak Tree Shade In the day of France's direst dule, God's hand should send a Maid. And where Domr.
Hace 5 días · We hear the flood-tides seek the sea, And deep in both our hearts they rouse. One wail for thee and me. A little while a little love. May yet be ours who have not said. The word it makes our eyes afraid. To know that each is thinking of. Not yet the end: be our lips dumb. In smiles a little season yet:
Hace 3 días · These beat their wings at will, The ill-born things, the good things turned to ill,-. Powers of the impassioned hours prohibited. Aye, clench the casket now! Whither they go. Thou mayst not dare to think: nor canst thou know. If Hope still pent there be alive or dead. Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
