Motto To The Card Dealer

AMBITION, Cupidité,
Et délicieuse Volupté,
Sont les sœurs de la Destinée
Après la vingt-première année.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Untitled #2

ROBE d'or, mais rien ne veut
Qu'une rose à ses cheveux.
A golden robe, yet will she wear
Only a rose in her golden hair.

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Twas Thus

“'TWAS thus, thus is, and thus shall be:
The Beautiful—the Good—
Still mirror to the Human Soul
Its own intensitude!”

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Death Of A Wombat

I never reared a young Wombat
To glad me with his pin-hole eye,
But when he most was sweet & fat
And tail-less; he was sure to die!

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Fior Di Maggio

Oh! May sits crowned with hawthorn-flower,
And is Love's month, they say;
And Love's the fruit that is ripened best
By ladies' eyes in May.

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Address To The Dalziel Brothers

“O WOODMAN, spare that block,
Oh gash not anyhow!
It took ten days by clock,
I'd fain protect it now.”
Chorus—Wild Laughter from Dalziel's Workshop.

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Bambino Fasciato

A PIPPO Pipistrello
Farfalla la fanciulla:
“O vedi quanto è bello
Ridendo in questa culla!
E noi l'abbiamo fatto,
Noi due insiem d' un tratto,
E senza noi fia nulla.”

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Blake

Epitaph

All beauty to pourtray,
Therein his duty lay,
And still through toilsome strife
Duty to him was life—
Most thankful still that duty
Lay in the paths of beauty.

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The Wombat

OH how the family affections combat
Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at
My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from bat
Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat.

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Shakespear

Dear friend, if there be any bond
Which friendship wins not much beyond—
So old and fond, since thought began—
It may be that whose subtle span
Binds Shakespear to an English man.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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