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Dante Gabriel Rossetti quotes - page 2
Now while we speak, the sun speeds forth: can I Or thou assure him of his goal? God's breath Even at this moment haply quickeneth The air to a flame; till spirits, always nigh Though screen'd and hid, shall walk the daylight here.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Each hour until we meet is as a bird That wings from far his gradual way along The rustling covert of my soul.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Even as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car Thrills with intenser radiance from afar,- So lambent, lady, beams thy sovereign grace When the drear soul desires thee.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Thou fill'st from the wingèd chalice of the soul Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-wingèd to its goal.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
When all desire at last and all regret Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain, What shall assuage the unforgotten pain And teach the unforgetful to forget?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
We two will stand beside that shrine, Occult, withheld, untrod, Whose lamps are stirr'd continually With prayer sent up to God; And see our old prayers, granted, melt Each like a little cloud.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
From the fix'd place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path; and now she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,- Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore, Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er: Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touch'd the truth; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destin'd for." How should this be? Art thou then so much more Than they who sow'd, that thou shouldst reap thereby?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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