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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882) was an English poet, illustrator, painter and translator. He founded the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood in 1848 with William Holman Hunt and John Everett Millais, and was later to be the main inspiration for a second generation of artists and writers influenced by the movement, most notably William Morris and Edward Burne-Jones. His work also influenced the European Symbolists and was a major precursor of the Aesthetic movement.

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    The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
    Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
    I had walked on at the wind’s will,—
    I sat now, for the wind was still.
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)

    The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where
    Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent
    And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
    Lo! as that youth’s eyes burned at thine, so went
    Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent
    And round his heart one strangling golden hair.
    —Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)

    The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
    Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
    I had walked on at the wind’s will,—
    I sat now, for the wind was still.
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)

    And DANTE searched the triple spheres,
    Moulding nature at his will,
    So shaped, so colored, swift or still,
    And, sculptor-like, his large design
    Etched on Alp and Apennine.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    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.
    —Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)

    O love, my love! if I no more should see
    Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
    Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,—
    How then should sound upon Life’s darkening slope
    The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
    The wind of Death’s imperishable wing?
    —Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)