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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Cobwebs

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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