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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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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