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

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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