The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream’s sake.
‘Mirage’
Oh roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me
Grown old before my time.
‘Oh Roses for the Flush’
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land.
‘Remember’
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
‘Remember’
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth.
‘Rest’
Silence more musical than any song.
‘Rest’
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
‘Up-Hill’
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
‘When I am Dead’
6.83 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828-82
Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
A-top on the topmost twig,—which the pluckers forgot, somehow,—
Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.
‘Beauty: A Combination from Sappho’