Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s first published illustration was The Maids of Elfen-Mere, drawn to illustrate a ballad by William Allingham titled “The Maids of Elphin-Mere”. I am unaware why Rossetti chose a different spelling of the title. I’ve searched through several books and haven’t found anything more than passing mentions. The Rossetti Archive includes it in [...]
Painted in 1901, The Keepsake by Kate Bunce is based on Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s poem The Staff and Scrip. The Staff and Scrip is a heroic and romantic tale of a pilgrim who finds himself in a land ruled by Queen Blanchelys. The pilgrim is shocked by the state of this land and is told [...]
The Wine of Circe, painted by Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones. Dante Gabriel Rossetti wrote a sonnet inspired by this painting, which you can read a great deal of background on at The Rossetti Archive: DGR wrote the sonnet for the express purpose of having “some record of [Burne-Jones'] work in my book [i.e., in the [...]
The weather has been unusually cold and yesterday’s snow made my little neighborhood look like a different and more enchanting place. I loved yesterday. It was a day filled with exhilarating romping in the snow with my children until night fell and we literally tumbled indoors feeling exhausted and content. Then the night became one [...]
Christina Rossetti’s Old and New Year Ditties strike me as somewhat melancholy and I can’t help but feel a bit sorry for her when I read them: 1 New Year met me somewhat sad: Old Year leaves me tired, Stripped of favourite things I had Baulked of much desired: Yet farther on my road to-day [...]
I enjoy this poem by Christina Rossetti for its simplicity and for its deeper meaning. Taken from her book Sing-Song which was published in 1893. You can see a digitized version of the first edition via Google Books. Illustrations by Arthur Hughes. An emerald is as green as grass; A ruby red as blood; A [...]
The Day-Dream (for a picture) The thronged boughs of the shadowy sycamore Still bear young leaflets half the summer through ; From when the robin ‘gainst the unhidden blue Perched dark, till now, deep in the leafy core, The embowered throstle’s urgent wood-notes soar Through summer silence. Still the leaves come new ; Yet never [...]
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