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Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Ernest Radford
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Poems
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Lenore (Hardcover)
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Jenny (Hardcover)
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Excerpt: ...together, alive from the abyss, Clung the soul-wrung
implacable close kiss; And pity of self through all made broken
moan Which said, 'For once, for once, for once alone ' And still
Love sang, and what he sang was this: - III 'O ye, all ye that walk
in Willow-wood, That walk with hollow faces burning white; What
fathom-depth of soul-struck widowhood, What long, what longer
hours, one lifelong night, Ere ye again, who so in vain have wooed
Your last hope lost, who so in vain invite Your lips to that their
unforgotten food, Ere ye, ere ye again shall see the light Alas the
bitter banks in Willowwood, With tear-spurge wan, with blood-wort
burning red: Alas if ever such a pillow could Steep deep the soul
in sleep till she were dead, - Better all life forget her than this
thing, That Willowwood should hold her wandering ' IV So sang he:
and as meeting rose and rose Together cling through the wind's
wellaway Nor change at once, yet near the end of day The leaves
drop loosened where the heart-stain glows, - So when the song died
did the kiss unclose; And her face fell back drowned, and was as
grey As its grey eyes; and if it ever may Meet mine again I know
not if Love knows. Only I know that I leaned low and drank A long
draught from the water where she sank, Her breath and all her tears
and all her soul: And as I leaned, I know I felt Love's face
Pressed on my neck with moan of pity and grace, Till both our heads
were in his aureole. WITHOUT HER What of her glass without her? The
blank grey There where the pool is blind of the moon's face. Her
dress without her? The tossed empty space Of cloud-rack whence the
moon has passed away. Her paths without her? Day's appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place Without her? Tears,
ah me for love's good grace, And cold forgetfulness of...
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Poems (Hardcover)
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Few collections of verse have been associated with such drama as
these poems by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-82). Much of this work
had disappeared in 1862 when it was buried with Rossetti's wife,
Elizabeth Siddal, only to be brought back to the light of day in
1869. Rossetti added further poems and the work first appeared in
1870. The full impact of the sexually explicit material was soon
felt. In his article 'The Fleshly School of Poetry', the writer
Robert Williams Buchanan denounced Rossetti as corrupt and
decadent. Others joined the chorus of disapproving voices. Steeped
in remorse about his treatment of his wife, and riddled with guilt
about his affair with Jane Morris, Rossetti broke down and
attempted suicide. Behind all the sensation, however, lies
Rossetti's subtle and complex literary intelligence attempting,
many years before Freud, to find honest modes of expression for the
central importance of the libido.
New and definitive edition of Rossetti's masterpiece, with full
notes and apparatus. Described by W.S. Blunt as 'the greatest of
the all the great Victorian poems', this sequence of 103 sonnets
was composed between 1847 and 1881, and finally published complete
in Ballads and Sonnets just six months before Rossetti's death.
These passionate celebrations of the ecstasy of love threatened by
change and Fate inspired the Aesthetes and Decadents of the
eighties and nineties, leading to Walter Pater's Mona Lisa and
Oscar Wilde's Salome. This new edition of Rossetti's poetic
masterpiece is presented here with Introduction, Notes and
definitive texts and date. All variants are given for each poem
(some sonnets exist in as many as eight versions), and each sonnet
is given a documented date of composition and first publication.
The illustrations include some rarely-seen images, notably a
self-portrait by Elizabeth Siddal, the poet's wife, in whose coffin
he placed his original poems, only to exhume them eight years
later. ROGER C. LEWIS is Emeritus Professor of English, Acadia
University, Nova Scotia, Canada.
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