Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)
William Blake
THIS is the place. Even here the dauntless soul, The unflinching hand, wrought on; till in that nook, As on that very bed, his life partook New birth, and passed. Yon river's dusky shoal, Whereto the close-built coiling lanes unroll, Faced his work-window, whence his eyes would stare, Thought-wandering, unto nought that met them there, But to the unfettered irreversible goal. This cupboard, Holy of Holies, held the cloud Of his soul writ and limned; this other one, His true wife's charge, full oft to their abode Yielded for daily bread the martyr's stone, Ere yet their food might be that Bread alone, The words now home-speech of the mouth of God.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s other poems:
- The House of Life. Sonnet 17. Beauty’s Pageant
- The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp’s Shrine
- The House of Life. Sonnet 92. The Sun’s Shame – 1
- The House of Life. Sonnet 21. Love-Sweetness
- The House of Life. Sonnet 50. Willowwood – 2
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