Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

1. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
2. A Chilly Night 2/20/2016
3. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
4. The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush 4/1/2010
5. A Riddle 7/19/2016
6. The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered 4/1/2010
7. The Peacock Has A Score Of Eyes 4/1/2010
8. The Rose That Blushes Rosy Red 4/1/2010
9. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
10. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
11. The Summer Nights Are Short 4/1/2010
12. There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye 4/1/2010
13. There's Snow On The Fields 4/1/2010
14. There Is But One May In The Year, 4/1/2010
15. The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Kowledge 4/1/2010
16. The Lily Has An Air 4/1/2010
17. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
18. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
19. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
20. The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk 4/1/2010
21. On the Wing 5/20/2015
22. The One Certainty 4/1/2010
23. Twilight Calm 4/1/2010
24. The World 4/1/2010
25. The Peach Tree On The Southern Wall 4/1/2010
26. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
27. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
28. The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound 4/1/2010
29. The Caterpillar 12/15/2014
30. Christmas Eve 12/14/2015
31. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
32. They Desire A Better Country 4/1/2010
33. Clouds 4/6/2015
34. A Ballad Of Boding 12/12/2014
35. What Does The Bee Do? 4/1/2010
36. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
37. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
38. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
39. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
40. Three Seasons 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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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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