Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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