Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

1. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
2. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
3. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
4. The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush 4/1/2010
5. The Summer Nights Are Short 4/1/2010
6. There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye 4/1/2010
7. The Lily Has An Air 4/1/2010
8. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
9. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
10. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
11. The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound 4/1/2010
12. The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk 4/1/2010
13. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
14. Twilight Calm 4/1/2010
15. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
16. On the Wing 5/20/2015
17. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
18. Clouds 4/6/2015
19. A Ballad Of Boding 12/12/2014
20. When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up 4/1/2010
21. The One Certainty 4/1/2010
22. There Is But One May In The Year, 4/1/2010
23. There's Snow On The Fields 4/1/2010
24. The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Kowledge 4/1/2010
25. The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered 4/1/2010
26. They Desire A Better Country 4/1/2010
27. Under The Rose 4/1/2010
28. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
29. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
30. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
31. Let Me Go 3/9/2015
32. The Peach Tree On The Southern Wall 4/1/2010
33. Three Seasons 4/1/2010
34. What Does The Bee Do? 4/1/2010
35. The Rose That Blushes Rosy Red 4/1/2010
36. The Caterpillar 12/15/2014
37. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
38. The World 4/1/2010
39. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
40. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
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 ...

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It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain
Stretches thro' long unbroken miles away:
While thro' the sluggish air a twilight grey
Broodeth; no moons or seasons wax and wane,
No ebb and flow are there among the main,
No bud-time no leaf-falling there for aye,
No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand,

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