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The works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti / Dante Gabriel Rossetti

 
dc.contributor Turk, Christopher, 1942- Department of English College of Cardiff, University of Wales Chepstow
dc.contributor.author Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882
dc.coverage.placeName London
dc.date.accessioned 2018-07-27
dc.date.accessioned 2019-07-04T11:00:53Z
dc.date.available 2019-07-04T11:00:53Z
dc.date.created 1882
dc.date.issued 1983-08-04
dc.identifier ota:0217
dc.identifier.citation http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/0217
dc.identifier.uri http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/0217
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dc.language English
dc.language.iso eng
dc.publisher University of Oxford
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dc.subject.lcsh English poetry -- 19th century
dc.subject.other Poems
dc.title The works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti / Dante Gabriel Rossetti
dc.type Text
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otaterms.date.range 1800-1899

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THE BLESSED DAMOZEL THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary's gift, For service meetly worn ; Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn. Herseemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers ; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years. (To one, it is ten years of years. . . . Yet now, and in this place, Surely she leaned o'er me--her hair Fell all about my face. . . Nothing : the autumn-fall of leaves. The whole year sets apace.) It was the rampart of God's house That she was standing on ; By God built over the sheer depth The which is Space begun ; So high, that looking downward thence She scarce could see the sun. It lies in Heaven, acro . . .

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