Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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