Dante Gabriel Rossetti Quotes

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful, and has nobody to thank.

Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led Back to her mouth which answers there for all.

This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be overrun. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation.

Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, A-top on the topmost twig--which the pluckers forgot, somehow-- Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.

Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.

Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve) That ere the snakes, her sweet tongue could deceive And her enchanted hair was the first gold-- And still she sits, young while the earth is old And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

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.

Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

The sea hath no king but God alone.