Notebook Page (Rosenbach Library) Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1 By permission of The Rosenbach Library [Notebook Page] Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1880 corrected copy 1 small leaf Rosenbach Library 7 1/16 x 5 in. This sonnet (as well as seven others) is written on paper identical with the paper carrying the Rosenbach Library's fair copy of “Transfigured Life” . Commentary
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This is a loose notebook page copied from several entries that DGR made in one of the small notebooks now in the British Library. In the British Library notebook text, the first entry here is cast in the first person (not, as here, in the third person) .

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Who shall say what is said in him With all that he might have been dead in him? Maggior dolore è ben la Ricordanza, O nell' amaro inferno amena stanza? Is Memory most of miseries miserable Or the one flower of ease in bitterest hell? ----------------------- Fashioned with intricate infinity. ----------------------- A sonnet is a moment's monument,— A medal struck to all eternity For one dead deathless hour. ----------------------- Tragical shadow's realm of cold things sound & sight Conjectured in the lamentable night. ----------------------- On Burns. --------- In whomsoe'er, since Poesy began, Of all men most of a Poet A Poet most of all men we may scan, Burns of all poets is the most a Man. ----------------------- Didst ever say, “Lo, I forget”? That thought was to remember yet. As in a gravegarth comst to see The monuments of memory. Be this thy soul's appointed scope:— Gaze onward without claim to hope, Nor, gazing backward, brook regret. ----------------------- Ah! dear one, we were young so long, I thought that youth would never go, &c Ah! dear one, I've been old so long! How long until we meet again? &c ----------------------- Boccaccio Lib 4 Nov 8<lb/> Salvestra; or the two Bridal-biers. ------- How sweet a solace is the bridal-bed,— With dawn prepared, with evening hallowèd.