Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

1. The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered 4/1/2010
2. The Rose That Blushes Rosy Red 4/1/2010
3. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
4. There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye 4/1/2010
5. There's Snow On The Fields 4/1/2010
6. There Is But One May In The Year, 4/1/2010
7. The Lily Has An Air 4/1/2010
8. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
9. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
10. The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk 4/1/2010
11. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
12. The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush 4/1/2010
13. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
14. Three Seasons 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. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
18. A Ballad Of Boding 12/12/2014
19. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
20. Clouds 4/6/2015
21. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
22. The Summer Nights Are Short 4/1/2010
23. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
24. Twilight Calm 4/1/2010
25. The Peacock Has A Score Of Eyes 4/1/2010
26. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
27. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
28. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
29. When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up 4/1/2010
30. They Desire A Better Country 4/1/2010
31. The One Certainty 4/1/2010
32. The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound 4/1/2010
33. What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow 4/1/2010
34. What Does The Bee Do? 4/1/2010
35. Under The Rose 4/1/2010
36. The Queen Of Hearts 4/1/2010
37. Let Me Go 3/9/2015
38. The World 4/1/2010
39. The Caterpillar 12/15/2014
40. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember

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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Sappho

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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