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“So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs that winter still must bind, And whom today the Spring no more concerns. Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.”

Quote by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Book:Dante Gabriel Rossetti: An Anthology
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti: An Anthology

Dante Gabriel Rossetti: An Anthology is a curated compilation of poems, paintings, and drawings by the renowned Victorian artist and poet. The book offers a comprehensive view of Rossetti's creative output, highlighting his contributions to the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood movement. It includes his famous poems such as 'The House of Life' and 'The Blessed Damozel,' as well as his intricate and symbolic paintings. The anthology serves as a testament to Rossetti's intricate and often symbolic style, which has left a lasting impact on the art world. more

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti was an English poet, painter, and translator, born on May 12, 1828, and died on April 9, 1882. He was a prominent member of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, a group of English poets, painters, and critics who were inspired by the medieval and early Renaissance art. Rossetti's poetry and paintings are renowned for their vivid imagery and romantic themes. more

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