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 | 2022-08-21T16:06:23Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T16:06:23Z |
| dc.date.created | 1882 |
| dc.date.issued | 1983-08-04 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0217 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0217 |
| dc.description.abstract | Resource deposited with the Oxford Text Archive. |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 434 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| 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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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 443845 |
| files.count | 1 |
| 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 . . .
