Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Who is Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddall (25 July 1829 – 11 February 1862), better known as Elizabeth Siddal, was an English artist, poet, and artists' model. Significant collections of her artworks can be found at Wightwick Manor and the Ashmolean. Siddal was painted and drawn extensively by artists of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, including Walter Deverell, William Holman Hunt, John Everett Millais (including his notable 1852 painting Ophelia), and especially by her husband, Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
Early life
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddall, named after her mother, was born on 25 July 1829, at the family's home at 7 Charles Street, Hatton Garden. Her parents were Charles Crooke Siddall, and Elizabeth Eleanor Evans, from a family of English and Welsh descent. She had two older sib...
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Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal Poems
- At Last
O mother, open the window wide
And let the daylight in;
The hills grow darker to my sight
And thoughts begin to swim.
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- Worn Out
Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.
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- Dead Love
Oh never weep for love thatâ??s dead
Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red,
From brightest red to blue,
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- True Love
Farewell, Earl Richard,
Tender and brave;
Kneeling I kiss
The dust from thy grave.
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- Early Death
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;
The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.
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- Always0nny: i care not for my lady’s soul
though i worship before her smile;
i care not where be my lady’s goal
when her beauty shall lose its wile.
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- Always0nny: low sit i down at my lady’s feet
gazing through her wild eyes
smiling to think how my love will fleet
when their starlike beauty dies.
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