Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Stair after golden sky-ward stair,
To city and to sea of glass.
My lily feet are soiled with mud,
With scarlet mud which tells a tale
Of hope that was, of guilt that was,

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