Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

1. A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It 4/1/2010
2. A Ballad Of Boding 12/12/2014
3. A Better Ressurection 1/3/2003
4. A Bird’s-Eye View 4/1/2010
5. A Birthday 1/3/2003
6. A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break 4/1/2010
7. A Chill 4/1/2010
8. A Chilly Night 2/20/2016
9. A Christmas Carol 4/1/2010
10. A City Plum Is Not A Plum 4/1/2010
11. A Daughter Of Eve 1/3/2003
12. A Diamond Or A Coal? 4/1/2010
13. A Dirge 4/1/2010
14. A Dream 4/1/2010
15. A Farm Walk 4/1/2010
16. A Frisky Lamb 4/1/2010
17. A Frog's Fate 4/1/2010
18. A Green Cornfield 4/1/2010
19. A Hope Carol 4/1/2010
20. A House Of Cards 4/1/2010
21. A Linnet In A Gilded Cage 4/1/2010
22. A Motherless Soft Lambkin 4/1/2010
23. A Pause 1/3/2003
24. A Pause Of Thought 4/1/2010
25. A Peal Of Bells 4/1/2010
26. A Pin Has A Head, But Has No Hair 4/1/2010
27. A Pocket Handkerchief To Hem 4/1/2010
28. A Portrait 4/1/2010
29. A Riddle 7/19/2016
30. A Ring Posy 4/1/2010
31. A Ring Upon Her Finger 4/1/2010
32. A Rose Has Thorns As Well As Honey 4/1/2010
33. A Royal Princess 4/1/2010
34. A Study (A Soul) 1/3/2003
35. A Summer Wish 4/1/2010
36. A Testimony 4/1/2010
37. A Toadstool Comes Up In A Night 4/1/2010
38. A Triad 4/1/2010
39. A White Hen Sitting 4/1/2010
40. A Year’s Windfalls 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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