Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

81. Come Unto Me 4/1/2010
82. Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul 4/1/2010
83. Consider 4/1/2010
84. Consider The Lilies Of The Field 4/1/2010
85. Cousin Kate 1/3/2003
86. Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed 4/1/2010
87. Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary? 4/1/2010
88. Currants On A Bush 4/1/2010
89. Dancing On The Hill-Tops 4/1/2010
90. De Profundis 12/31/2002
91. Dead Before Death 4/1/2010
92. Dead Hope 4/1/2010
93. Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush 4/1/2010
94. Death’s Chill Between 4/1/2010
95. Despised And Rejected 4/1/2010
96. Ding A Ding 4/1/2010
97. Dost Thou Not Care? 4/1/2010
98. Dream Land 12/31/2002
99. Dream-Love 4/1/2010
100. Easter Even 4/1/2010
101. Echo 1/3/2003
102. Eight O'Clock 4/1/2010
103. Endure Hardness 4/1/2010
104. Eve 4/1/2010
105. Fata Morgana 4/1/2010
106. Ferry Me Across The Water 4/1/2010
107. Fluttered Wings 1/1/2004
108. Fly Away, Fly Away Over The Sea 4/1/2010
109. From “later Life” 1/1/2004
110. From House To House 4/1/2010
111. From Sunset To Star Rise 1/3/2003
112. From The Antique 1/3/2003
113. Give Me Holly 4/1/2010
114. Goblin Market 12/31/2002
115. Gone For Ever 4/1/2010
116. Good Friday 4/1/2010
117. Goodbye In Fear, Goodbye In Sorrow, 4/1/2010
118. Growing In The Vale 4/1/2010
119. Grown And Flown 4/1/2010
120. Hear What The Mournful Linnets Say 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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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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