. The Rossettis: Dante Gabriel and Christina; . -3+ Zbc *Ko99ettl0. ear blithe nnd jocund tti d very melai he once sail lid of her hfe, but now i am a very uiiriy-bix, sue agau. Ml viv^L in a suitor, whom sii^, ^^uiu n^ .^ to her reli-nniis scruples. This inci- iivolved a iiTarirrstrong attach- bably responsible for what is most .; and most exquisite in her poetry. Without some .such personal experience it f she lid havr Monna jJkkii,:,andMiss Chnstinj Rossetti, iS^s f^r •? and ante»f nn S she says :A m that \vhich gave si- ! Albigenses, and to i\ 1 magi lie many a lady as shar-puetic aptitude
. The Rossettis: Dante Gabriel and Christina; . -3+ Zbc *Ko99ettl0. ear blithe nnd jocund tti d very melai he once sail lid of her hfe, but now i am a very uiiriy-bix, sue agau. Ml viv^L in a suitor, whom sii^, ^^uiu n^ .^ to her reli-nniis scruples. This inci- iivolved a iiTarirrstrong attach- bably responsible for what is most .; and most exquisite in her poetry. Without some .such personal experience it f she lid havr Monna jJkkii,:,andMiss Chnstinj Rossetti, iS^s f^r •? and ante»f nn S she says :A m that \vhich gave si- ! Albigenses, and to i\ 1 magi lie many a lady as shar-puetic aptitude, while ;i<-iii 1 night be one hel*ich as to render r. ntiAll! ; iinl honour. Haei ; for herself, the portrait left us ntender, if less dignified, th iend, Or had the our Mid nation only 1 ihappy instead of ? cumstances Would I \ited her to. Cbiietina IRossetti. 235 bequeath to us, in lieu of the Portuguese Sonnets, aninimitable donna innominata drawn not from fancybut from feeling, and worthy to occupy a niche besideBeatrice and Laura. No intelligent reader, however,could fail to find in the grave, exalted sentiment ofthese sonnets, with their undercurrent of^pfiin, amore human and living spirit than can ever exist inwork based on fancy alone. The message of theeleventh sonnet is poignantly conveyed by them air,—a message of ^iignity ancLpaliiQ^: Even let them prate: who know not what we knew Of love and parting in exceeding pain, O^ parting hopeless, here to meet again,Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of by my heart of love laid bare to you, My love that you cannot make void nor that foregoes you but to claim anew Beyond this passage of the gate of death,I charge you at the Judgment make it plain My love of you was life and not a breath. Her brother has regretted the morbid note inmuch of Christ
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