Christina Georgina Rossetti

[Christina Rossetti] (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Comments about Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Tristen Worley (3/30/2016 10:32:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is a good poet and I love the poem that I have read

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  • Yvette Darling Yvette Darling (9/4/2015 7:03:00 PM)

    I love you poems they enspire me I want to write poets

  • Ally Mouldenhauer Ally Mouldenhauer (6/4/2015 3:39:00 PM)

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  • Nataly Nevozmoznaya (11/13/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    Do you know the answer to this riddle? Could you write it, please!

  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (10/17/2011 2:43:00 AM)

    Good morning! i am one of the people who are interested in your poems, because i just read one of them, by the name of A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It. I finally obtained my normal body weight, because i obtained a knowledge regarding my body problem. I also write poems in my spare time, hence i would like you to read them, if you find time. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

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  • Emily Oldham Emily Oldham (6/21/2009 5:38:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is possibly my favourite poet of all time. I haven't read one that I haven't liked yet. She was so talented!

    *** words will change the world ***

Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti


Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far ...

Read the full of Remember


I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,

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