Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell. Dante Gabriel Rossetti More Quotes by Dante Gabriel Rossetti More Quotes From Dante Gabriel Rossetti Beauty like hers is genius. Dante Gabriel Rossetti genius 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 blue heart song 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 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 giving hands art 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 strange one-day 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! Dante Gabriel Rossetti lasts done self Unto the man of yearning thought And aspiration, to do nought Is in itself almost an act. Dante Gabriel Rossetti aspiration he-man men 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 smart heart sweet 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 echoes men 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 grief perfect memories Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly Dante Gabriel Rossetti garden sky blue This sunlight shames November where he grieves 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 climbing sweet wind Conception, my boy, fundamental brain work, is what makes all the difference in art. Dante Gabriel Rossetti boy brain work art
