Key Rossetti Quotes

his bride was like a village maid maude clare was like a queen

so pale as you nor i so pale as Nell

for he's my lord for better and worse

take my share of a fickle heart

i never said i loved you john

pray don't remain single for my sake

I'd rather answer no to fifty johns than answer yes to you

forget the days before i'll wink at your untruth

It's a weary life it is she said doubly blank in a woman's lot i wish and i wish i were a man or better than any being were not

would wake and weary and fall asleep

is there for night a resting place?

must I knock or call when just in sight?

yea, beds for all who come

I took my heart in my hand

yet a woman's words are weak

with a critical eye you scanned then set it down and said it is still unripe

thy hold whence none can pluck it out

all that i have i bring all that i am i give

my heart is like a singing bird

raise me a dais of silk and down

remember me when i am gone away

if the darkness and corruption leave

better by far you should forget and smile than ... remember and be sad

haply i may remember and haply may forget

when i am dead ... sing no sad songs for me

am i stone and not a sheep that i can ... not weep

but seek thy sheep true shepherd of the flock

and smite a rock

from bough to bough the song-birds crossed

a shadowless spirit kept the gate

let me have some buds to cheer my outcast state

and good they are but not the best

lizzie veil'd her blushes

we must not look at goblin men we must not buy their fruits

their offers should not charm us their evil gifts would harm us

buy from us with a golden curl. she clipp'd a precious golden lock

she suck'd and suck'd and suck'd the more ... until her lips were sore

laura turn'd cold as stone ... seem'd knocking at Death's door

hugg'd her and kiss'd her: squeez'd her and caress'd her

white and golden lizzie stood like a lily in a flood

hug me, kiss me, suck my juices ... eat me, drink me, love me

laura awoke as from a dream, laugh'd in the innocent old way

for there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather

close the pistol to her brow - God forgive them this

i wish i could bear the pang for both

o memory hope love of finished years

thirsting longing eyes

tho' cold in death ... i may give pulse for pulse, breath for breath

i have desired

oh vanity of vanities, desire

pangs of a perished pleasure

my rose of life gone all to prickles

stunting my hope which might have strained up higher

my garden plot to barren mire; oh death struck love

you're too curious ... my secret's mine and I won't tell

perhaps there's none ... only just my fun