Epitaph
All beauty to pourtray,
Therein his duty lay,
And still through toilsome strife
Duty to him was life—
Most thankful still that duty
Lay in the paths of beauty.
More verses by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- On Certain Elizabethan Revivals
- Sonnet Lxxxvii: Death's Songsters
- Sonnet Xli : Through Death To Love
- Sonnet Lxviii: A Dark Day
- La Bella Mano