Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

41. After This The Judgement 4/1/2010
42. All The Bells Were Ringing 4/1/2010
43. Aloof 1/4/2003
44. Amen 4/1/2010
45. Amor Mundi 4/1/2010
46. An Apple-Gathering 1/3/2003
47. An Echo From Willowood 4/1/2010
48. An Emerald Is As Green As Grass 4/1/2010
49. An End 4/1/2010
50. An October Garden 4/1/2010
51. Angels At The Foot 4/1/2010
52. Another Spring 4/1/2010
53. At Home 12/31/2002
54. Autumn 4/1/2010
55. Autumn Violets 4/1/2010
56. Baby Cry 4/1/2010
57. Baby Lies So Fast Asleep 4/1/2010
58. Beauty Is Vain 4/1/2010
59. Before The Paling Of The Stars 1/3/2003
60. Beneath Thy Cross 1/3/2003
61. Bird Or Beast? 4/1/2010
62. Bird Raptures 4/1/2010
63. Bitter For Sweet 4/1/2010
64. Blind From My Birth 4/1/2010
65. Boats Sail On The Rivers 4/1/2010
66. Bread And Milk For Breakfast 4/1/2010
67. Bride Song 1/4/2003
68. Brown And Furry 4/1/2010
69. Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk 4/1/2010
70. By The Sea 1/3/2003
71. By The Waters Of Babylon 4/1/2010
72. Child's Talk In April 4/1/2010
73. Christian And Jew 4/1/2010
74. Clever Little Willie Wee 4/1/2010
75. Clouds 4/6/2015
76. Cobwebs 1/3/2003
77. Color 4/1/2010
78. Come Unto Me 4/1/2010
79. Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul 4/1/2010
80. Consider 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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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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