Rossetti Quotes

• With lofty step an mein - Maude Clare
• His wife was like a village maid, Maude Clarewas like a Queen - Maude Clare
• I wear my mask for warmth: whoever shows // His nose to Russian snows // To be pecked at by every wind that blows? - Winter, My Secret
• Oh vanity of vanities, desire! - Soeur Louise
• You want to heear it? well: // Only, my secrets mine, and I won't tell. - Winter, My Secret
• Or, after all, perhaps theres none: // Suppose there is no secret after all, // But only just my fun. - Winter, My Secret
• You would not peck? I thank you for good will, // Believe, but leave the truth untested still. - Winter, My Secret
• If there’s not too much sun nor too much cloud, // And the warm wind is neither still nor loud, // Perhaps my secret I may say, // Or you may guess. - Winter, My Secret
• My heart is like a singing bird // Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; - A Birthday
• Because the birthday of my life // Is come, my love is come to me. - A Birthday
• Come to me in the silence of the night; // Come in the speaking silence of a dream; - Echo
• Come back in tears, // O memory, hope, love of finished years. - Echo
• Where thirsting longing eyes // Watch the slow door // That opening, letting in, lets out no more. - Echo
• Come back to me in dreams, that I may give // Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: // Speak low, lean low, // As long ago, my love, how long ago. - Echo
• 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 then any being, were not: - From The Antique
• Not so much as a grain of dust /// Or a drop of water from pole to pole. - From The Antique
• Still the world would wag on the same, - From The Antique
• I should be nothing, while all the rest // Would wake and weary and fall asleep. - From The Antique