Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

281. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
282. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
283. Three Seasons 4/1/2010
284. To My Mother 12/17/2014
285. Twice 1/3/2003
286. Twilight Calm 4/1/2010
287. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
288. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
289. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
290. Under The Rose 4/1/2010
291. Uphill 1/4/2003
292. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
293. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
294. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
295. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
296. What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow 4/1/2010
297. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
298. What Does The Bee Do? 4/1/2010
299. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
300. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
301. What Would I Give 1/3/2003
302. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
303. When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up 4/1/2010
304. When I Am Dead, My Dearest 1/3/2003
305. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
306. Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are 4/1/2010
307. Who Has Seen The Wind? 1/3/2003
308. Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things? 4/1/2010
309. Who Shall Deliver Me? 1/3/2003
310. Why Did Baby Die? 4/1/2010
311. Wife To Husband 4/1/2010
312. Winter Rain 4/1/2010
313. Winter: My Secret 1/3/2003
314. Within The Veil 4/1/2010
315. Wrens And Robins In The Hedge 4/1/2010
316. Your Brother Has A Falcon 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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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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