Rossetti Archive Textual Transcription

Document Title: A Song and Music
Author: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Date of Composition: 1849
Type of Manuscript: corrected fair copy
Scribe: DGR

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Manuscript Addition: I
Editorial Description: Notation in the upper right corner
A Song & Music
  • O leave th y ine hand that lieth where it lies cool
  • Upon the se eyes ; the whose lids are hot.
  • Its rosy shade is bountiful
  • Of silence, and assuages t thought.
  • O set lay thy lips against th y ine hand
  • And let me feel thy breath through it,
  • While through the sense thy song notes shall fit
  • The soul to understand.
  • The music lives upon my brain
  • 10 Between th y ine hands within mine eyes:
  • It stirs thy lifted throat like pain,
  • An aching pulse of melodies.
  • Lean nearer: let the music pause:
  • The soul may better understand
  • Thy music, thus shadowed by in th y ine hand,
  • When Now while the music's sound song withdraws.
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Note: The prose text was clearly written by DGR as if for an imaginary monument to be erected to Blake's memory.
Manuscript Addition: The Seed of David
Editorial Description: DGR's notation in the middle of the page
[Probably there is no character in which there

is so much of Shakespeare himself as in

Hamlet except in Falstaff.
  • 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 Shakespeare to an English man.]
[To the Memory of

W. Blake:

a painter and poet:
whose greatness may be named even here

since it was only less than equalled by his goodness.

This tablet is now erected,

— years after his death

at the age of 68,

on the 12th of August, 1827;

in poverty & neglect;

by one who honours his life

and works.]
Epitaph for a great artist Blake
  • All beauty to pourtray,
  • Therein his duty lay,
  • And still, through toilsome strife,
  • Duty to him was life.
  • O doubly blest, whose Most thankful still that duty
  • Lay in the paths of beauty!
Electronic Archive Edition: 1
Source File: 44-1849.dukems.rad.xml
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