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

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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