by Dinah Roe
In an Artist’s Studio 183, 357
Inclusiveness [Sonnet LXIII of The House of Life] 124, 332, 344
Jenny 94, 332, 335
‘Jesus Wept’ 148, 350
John Keats 114, 332, 340
Judgment of God, The 206, 359, 360
King’s Daughter, The 272, 363, 367
Kiss, The [Sonnet VI of The House of Life] 117, 332, 342
Lady Alice 32, 327
Last Smile, The 12, 324
Laus Veneris 242, 363, 364
Leper, The 260, 363, 365
Line of Beauty, The 295, 371
Living Marble 294, 370
Lord, May I Come? 144, 348, 350
Lost Days [Sonnet LXXXVI of The House of Life] 127, 332, 345
Love and Hate 143, 348, 349
Love and Sleep 271, 363, 367
Love Liberal [from The Angel in the House: The Betrothal] 27, 326
Love Past Utterance 300, 371, 372
Love’s Amulet 286, 369
Love’s Shrines 300, 371
Love’s Warfare 303, 371, 372
Love-Letter, The [Sonnet XI of The House of Life] 118, 332, 342
Lust of the Eyes, The 139, 348, 349
Maids of Elfen-Mere, The 33, 327
Mary Shelley 150, 351
Mary’s Girlhood 112, 332, 339
Match with the Moon, A 113, 332, 340
Match, A 258, 363, 365
May [from The Earthly Paradise] 238, 363
Mirror, The 13, 324, 325
Modern Idyl, A 69, 330
Modern Love [an extract] 74, 331
Monna Innominata [an extract] 177, 355
Moonstar, The [Sonnet XXIX of The House of Life] 121, 332, 343
Morning Sleep 3, 323
My Beautiful Lady 46, 328
My Dream 172, 354
Near Avalon 231, 359, 362
New Religion, The 304, 372
Nonsense Verses 131, 332, 347
Nuptial Sleep 109, 332, 337
O When and Where 57, 329
Ode 290, 370
Of My Lady in Death 51, 329
Old Water-Wheel, The 14, 324, 325
On Keats 181, 357
On the ‘Vita Nuova’ of Dante 112, 332, 339
One Hope, The [Sonnet CI of The House of Life] 129, 332, 346
P.R.B., The 183, 357
Paros 296, 371
Passing of Love, The 143, 348, 350
Pause of Thought, A 153, 352
Pentelicos 295, 371
Portrait, The 105, 332, 337
Portrait, The [Sonnet X of The House of Life] 117, 332, 342
Portraits 182, 357
Praise of My Lady 232, 359, 362
Prince’s Progress, The [an extract] 174, 354
Queen of Hearts, The 176, 354
Quiet Evening, A 63, 329
Riding Together 191, 359
Rondeau 287, 369
Rosabell [an extract] 2, 323
Sad Summer 288, 369, 370
St Wagnes’ Eve 130, 332, 346
Sea-Limits, The 110, 332, 338
Seasons, The 24, 326
Severed Selves [Sonnet XL of The House of Life] 121, 332, 343
Shake Hands and Go 301, 371
Shepherd Turned Sailor 137, 348
Sight Beyond, The 68, 330
Silent Noon [Sonnet XIX of The House of Life] 119, 332, 342
Silent Wood, A 142, 348, 349
Sir Floris [an extract] 282, 369
Sketch from Nature, A 62, 329
Song [‘I made another garden, yea’] 292, 370
Song [‘I went to her who loveth me no more’] 293, 370
Song [‘Lady we are growing tired’] 306, 372
Sonnet for a Picture 275, 363, 367
Sonnet is a moment’s monument, A [from The House of Life] 116, 332, 341
Sonnet: Early Aspirations 7, 324
Sonnet: Written at the Age of Thirteen for a Picture by Mrs Stillman 306, 372
Speechless 138, 348, 349
Spell-Bound 209, 359, 360
Stars and Moon 24, 326
Stronger Than Sleep 303, 371, 372
Summer Dawn 235, 359
Superscription, A [Sonnet XCVII of The House of Life] 128, 332, 345
Sweet Death 154, 352
There is a poor sneak called Rossetti 132, 332, 347–8
There is a young Artist named Jones 131, 332, 347
There is a young Painter called Jones 131, 332, 347
There once was a painter named Scott 132, 332, 347
There was a young rascal called Nolly 132, 332, 347
There’s a combative Artist named Whistler 131, 332, 347
There’s a Scotch correspondent named Scott 132, 332, 347
There’s an infantine Artist named Hughes 131, 332, 347
There’s the Irishman Arthur O’Shaughnessy 132, 332, 347
This is the House of Dreams. Whoso is fain 282, 369
Three Sisters of Haworth 35, 327
To a Child 186, 358
To the Artists Called P.R.B. 7, 324
To the P.R.B. 130, 332, 346
Tristram of Lyonesse [an extract] 275, 363, 368
True Love 136, 348
Tune of Seven Towers, The 215, 359, 361
Two Red Roses Across the Moon 230, 359, 362
Vain Virtues [Sonnet LXXXV of The House of Life] 127, 332, 345
Vase of Life, The [Sonnet XCV of The House of Life] 128, 332, 345
Viola and Olivia 63, 329
Vivant! 37, 328
Wanderers [from The Earthly Paradise] 237, 363
Willowwood [Sonnets XLIX, L, LI, LII of The House of Life] 122, 332, 343
Winged Hours [Sonnet XXV of The House of Life] 120, 332, 343
Without Her [Sonnet LIII of The House of Life] 124, 332, 344
Woodspurge, The 109, 332, 338
Words on the Window-Pane 114, 332, 340
World, The 173, 354
Worn Out 139, 348, 349
Year and a Day, A 145, 348, 350
Index of First Lines
Page numbers in italics refer to the Notes. Where there are two italicized numbers, the first refers to the introductory note to a group of poems. Where an individual poem is not annotated, the italicized number refers to the introductory note. For an explanation of how the source details for the poems are shown in the Notes, please see p. 322.
A garden in a garden: a green spot 181, 357
A golden gilliflower to-day 204, 359, 360
A Historical Painter named Brown 131, 332, 347
A month or twain to live on honeycomb 270, 363, 366
A ship with shields before the sun 231, 359, 362
A Sonnet is a moment’s monument, – 116, 332, 341
About the middle music of the spring 275, 363, 368
Ah Summer, lady of the flowered lands 288, 369, 370
All day long and every day 188, 359
All knowledge hath taught me 57, 329
All places that have known my love at all 300, 371, 372
All seems a painted show. I look 51, 329
Along the garden terrace, under which 79, 331
Am I failing? For no longer can I cast 79, 331
Amidst a vale of springing leaves 15, 324, 325
An easy lazy length of limb 182, 357
‘And are these cold, light words you last?’ he said 303, 371, 372
And now Love sang: but his was such a song 122, 332, 343
Another day hath dawned 3, 323
Around the vase of Life at your slow pace 128, 332, 345
‘Art for art’s sake,’ – very well 9, 324
As a critic, the Poet Buchanan 133, 332, 347–8
As he that loves oft looks on the dear form 112, 332, 339
Asleep or waking is it? for her neck 242, 363, 364
At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. 77, 331
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart 109, 332, 337
Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call
118, 332, 342
Beneath the stars and summer moon 24, 326
Brother, my brother, in the churchyard mould 149, 351
But, knowing now that they would have her speak 193, 359
By day she wooes me, soft, exceeding fair: 173, 354
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: 74, 331
By what word’s power, the key of paths untrod 116, 332, 341
Come back to me, who wait and watch for you: – 178, 355
Come now, behold, how small a thing is love 301, 371
Consider the sea’s listless chime: 110, 332, 338
Could I have known, that day I saw you first 20, 325, 326
Could you not drink her gaze like wine? 86, 332, 333
Daughter of her who never quailing led 150, 351
Did she in summer write it, or in spring 114, 332, 340
Down the wet pavement gleam the lamps 2, 323
Dusk-haired and gold-robed o’er the golden wine 111, 332, 338
Each hour until we meet is as a bird 120, 332, 343
Faint from the bell the ghastly echoes fall 12, 324, 325
Farewell, Earl Richard 136, 348
Farewell, sweetheart! Farewell, our golden days! 287, 369
For many, many days together 191, 359
Forget six counties overhung with smoke 237, 363
Foul is she and ill-favoured, set askew: 181, 356
From mere ennui the very cat 63, 329
Had she come all the way for this 225, 359, 361
Hard by the confluence of Rhone 282, 369
He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles 76, 331
He gazed her over, from her eyebrows down 148, 350
Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night 172, 354
Here, where the world is quiet 267, 363, 366
How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we 176, 354
How long, oh Lord? – The voice is sounding still 149, 350
How many a throb of the young poet-heart 7, 324
How weary is it none can tell 209, 359, 360
I am a painter, and I love you so 300, 371, 372
I am the body purified by fire 296, 371
I care not for my Lady’s soul 139, 348, 349
I found in dreams a place of wind and flowers 240, 363, 364
‘I, if I perish, perish’ – Esther spake: 179, 355, 356
I hid my heart in a nest of roses 274, 363, 367
I lay through one long afternoon 57, 329
I looked for that which is not, nor can be 153, 352
I love my lady; she is very fair 46, 328
I loved you first: but afterwards your love 178, 355
I made another garden, yea 292, 370
I plucked a honeysuckle where 110, 332, 338
I sat with Love upon a woodside well 122, 332, 343–4
I thank you, brethren in Sincerity, – 7, 324
I went to her who loveth me no more 293, 370
If love were what the rose is 258, 363, 365
In dark days bitter between dream and dream 295, 371
In our Museum galleries 88, 332, 334
In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour 77, 331
It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool. 75, 331
It ended, and the morrow brought the task. 74, 331
It is the season of the sweet wild rose 80, 331, 332
It lies beside the river; where its marge 14, 324, 325
It saw, it knew thy loveliness 13, 324, 325
It seems to me sometimes that I am dead 285, 369
Joseph, a carpenter of Nazareth 40, 328
Lady Alice, lady Louise 212, 359, 361
Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness 121, 332, 343
Lady, we are growing tired! 306, 372
Lazy laughing languid Jenny 94, 332, 335
Leaning against the window, rapt in thought 306, 372
Life and night are falling from me 144, 348, 350
Life lapses by for you and me 287, 369
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been 128, 332, 345
Love ere he bleeds, an eagle in high skies 78, 331
‘Love me, for I love you’ – and answer me 179, 355
Love, strong as Death, is dead 153, 351
Lying asleep between the strokes of night 271, 363, 367
Many a mile o’er land and sea 138, 348, 349
Many in aftertimes will say of you 180, 355, 356
Mary rose up, as one in sleep might rise 148, 350
May these my songs inaugurate 26, 326, 327
Midways of a walled garden 216, 359, 361
Morning and evening 155, 352
My beloved is taller than I 186, 358
My heart is like a singing bird 171, 353
My lady seems of ivory 232, 259, 362
Mystery: lo! betwixt the sun and moon 115, 332, 341
No need, I hope, to doubt my loyalty 37, 328
No one goes there now: 215, 359, 361
Nothing is better, I well think 260, 363, 365
Now Christ thee save, thou bonny Shepherd 137, 348
Now what doth Lady Alice so late on the turret stair 32, 327
O God, forgive me that I merged 143, 348, 350
O Lord of all compassionate control 117, 332, 342
O Love, this morn when the sweet nightingale 238, 363
O mother, open the window wide 140, 348, 349
O silent wood, I enter thee 142, 348, 349
‘O ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood 123, 332, 343
Of Adam’s first wife, Lilith, it is told 125, 332, 344
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing 236, 363
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears 141, 348
Oh never weep for love that’s dead 136, 348
Once more the changed year’s turning wheel returns: 126, 332, 345
One face looks out from all his canvases 183, 357
Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one 143, 348, 349
Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee 76, 331
Pray but one prayer for me ’twixt thy closed lips 235, 359
Pride clings to age, for few and withered powers 69, 330
Ruthless hands have torn her 142, 348, 349
Scotus never sends a line 186, 358
She fluted with her mouth as when one sips 113, 332, 339
She issues radiant from her dressing-room 75, 331
She sat beside me yesternight 12, 324
She yields: my Lady in her noblest mood 80, 331, 332
Silently, swiftly the funeral barge 8, 324
Slow days have passed that make a year 145, 348, 350
So sang he: and as meeting rose and rose 123, 332, 343–4
Sometimes thou seem’st not as thyself alone 120, 332, 343
Song wakes with every wakening year 278, 363, 368
Song, be strong and true to hold 286, 369
Such as I am become, I walked one day 293, 370
‘Swerve to the left, son Roger,’ he said 206, 359, 360
That nose is out of drawing. With a gasp 275, 363, 367
The air blows pure, for twenty miles 62, 329
The blessed damozel leaned out 82, 332, 333
The burden of fair women. Vain delight 265, 363, 366
The changing guests, each in a different mood 124, 332, 344
The crocus, in the shrewd March morn 24, 326
The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept 171, 354
The hop-shop is shut up: the night doth wear. 130, 332, 346
‘The last of England! O’er the sea, my dear 20, 325, 326
The lost days of my life until to-day 127, 332, 345
The P.R.B. is in its decadence: 183, 357
The rose-time and the roses 284, 369
The strong spring sun rejoicingly may rise 278, 363, 368
The sweetest blossoms die. 154, 352
The weltering London ways where children weep 114, 332, 340
The wind flapped loose, the wind was still 1
09, 332, 338
There is a poor sneak called Rossetti: 132, 332, 347–8
There is a young Artist named Jones 131, 332, 347
There is a young Painter called Jones 131, 332, 347
There once was a painter named Scott 132, 332, 347
There was a graven image of Desire 259, 363, 365
There was a lady lived in a hall 230, 359, 362
There was a young rascal called Nolly 132, 332, 347
There’s a combative Artist named Whistler 131, 332, 347
There’s a Scotch correspondent named Scott 132, 332, 347
There’s an infantine Artist named Hughes – 131, 332, 347
There’s the Irishman Arthur O’Shaughnessy – 132, 332, 347
They shall not be forgotten, these my lays 304, 372
This is her picture as she was: 105, 332, 337
This is that blessed Mary, pre-elect 112, 332, 339
This is the House of Dreams. Whoso is fain 282, 369
This sunlight shames November where he grieves 125, 332, 344
Though we may brood with keenest subtlety 68, 330
Three sisters, Charlotte, Emily, and Anne 35, 327
Thy strong arms are around me, love 139, 348, 349
To touch the glove upon her tender hand 137, 348
‘Too late for love, too late for joy 174, 354
’Twas when the spinning-room was here 33, 327
Two separate divided silences 121, 332, 343
Up the airy mountain 30, 327
Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair 118, 332, 342
We are the music makers 290, 370
We move in elephantine row 35, 327
We three are on the cedar-shadowed lawn 78, 331
We were ten maidens in the green corn 272, 363, 367
Weary already, weary miles to-night 113, 332, 340
Weary, my limbs upon my couch I laid 303, 371, 372
What is the sorriest thing that enters Hell? 127, 332, 345
What of her glass without her? The blank grey 124, 332, 344
What smouldering senses in death’s sick delay 117, 332, 342
When her large, fair, reluctant eyelids fell 294, 370
When I took clay – with eager passionate hand 296, 371
When mountains crumble and rivers all run dry 295, 371
When vain desire at last and vain regret 129, 332, 346
When Viola, a servant of the Duke 63, 329
‘Whenever I come where women are 27, 326
Where sunless rivers weep 152, 351
Woolner and Stephens, Collinson, Millais 130, 332, 346
Work! which beads the brow, and tans the flesh 21, 325, 326