Author: Stephanie E. Chatfield

  • A look at Pippa Passes

    The latest post at Pre-Raphaelite Sisterhood discusses Lizzie’s illustration of  Robert Browning’s poem, Pippa Passes.

  • Portrayals of Elizabeth Siddal

    I have only seen snippets of Desperate Romantics so far;  I can’t really speak about the series as a whole.  I am aware of the historical inaccuracies and I do question some of the changes made.  But  from what I’ve seen, Amy Manson portrays Lizzie as likable and spirited.   I’ve enjoyed seeing Lizzie portrayed with…

  • The Lady of Shalott Film project

    Have you heard about this beautiful project?  If not, then allow me to warn you that you about to be swept away by WAG Screen’s attention to detail and beauty in this glorious production! And our dear Lizzie has a cameo!  I’ll share more about that in a bit, but first let me give you…

  • At the Milliners, drawing by Elizabeth Siddal

    Drawn by Elizabeth Siddal, At the Milliners is privately owned.  For security reasons, the owner would prefer to remain anonymous.  I am grateful that they have so graciously shared this image with LizzieSiddal.com.   The owner did have this to say:   The attributed title, “At the Milliner’s,” is most likely incorrect. That name was given…

  • “A drawer full of Guggums…”

    It was well known within their circle of friends that Lizzie and Gabriel referred to each other by the pet name of  Guggums. Ford Madox Brown mentioned this curious nickname and Rossetti’s obsessive drawing of his beloved Guggums. “Called on Dante Rossetti.  Saw Miss Siddal, looking thinner and more deathlike and more beautiful and more…

  • Worn Out

    The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal 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. For I am but a startled thing Nor can I ever be Aught save a bird whose broken wing Must fly away…

  • True Love

    The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal True Love Farewell, Earl Richard, Tender and brave; Kneeling I kiss The dust from thy grave. Pray for me, Richard, Lying alone With hands pleading earnestly, All in white stone. Soon must I leave thee This sweet summer tide; That other is waiting To claim his pale bride. Soon I’ll…

  • The Passing of Love

    The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal The Passing of Love O God, forgive me that I ranged My live into a dream of love! Will tears of anguish never wash The passion from my blood? Love kept my heart in a song of joy, My pulses quivered to the tune; The coldest blasts of winter blew…

  • The Lust of the Eyes

    The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal The Lust of the Eyes 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. Low sit I down at my Lady’s feet Gazing through her wild eyes Smiling to think how…