Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

1. On the Wing 5/20/2015
2. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
3. A Chilly Night 2/20/2016
4. Clouds 4/6/2015
5. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
6. The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush 4/1/2010
7. The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered 4/1/2010
8. The Peacock Has A Score Of Eyes 4/1/2010
9. The Rose That Blushes Rosy Red 4/1/2010
10. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
11. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
12. Christmas Eve 12/14/2015
13. There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye 4/1/2010
14. There Is But One May In The Year, 4/1/2010
15. The Peach Tree On The Southern Wall 4/1/2010
16. The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Kowledge 4/1/2010
17. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
18. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
19. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
20. The Lily Has An Air 4/1/2010
21. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
22. The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound 4/1/2010
23. The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk 4/1/2010
24. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
25. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
26. The One Certainty 4/1/2010
27. Twilight Calm 4/1/2010
28. The World 4/1/2010
29. A Ballad Of Boding 12/12/2014
30. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
31. There's Snow On The Fields 4/1/2010
32. The Queen Of Hearts 4/1/2010
33. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
34. The Summer Nights Are Short 4/1/2010
35. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
36. Three Seasons 4/1/2010
37. The Caterpillar 12/15/2014
38. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
39. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
40. On The Death Of A Cat 1/7/2015
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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No, Thank You John

I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?

You Know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?

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