Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

121. None Other Lamb 4/1/2010
122. Noble Sisters 4/1/2010
123. No, Thank You John 1/3/2003
124. My Friend 4/1/2010
125. My Dream 4/1/2010
126. My Baby Has A Mottled Fist 4/1/2010
127. My Baby Has A Father And A Mother 4/1/2010
128. Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother 4/1/2010
129. Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree 4/1/2010
130. Mother Country 4/1/2010
131. Monna Innominata: A Sonnet Of Sonnets 1/3/2003
132. Mix A Pancake 4/1/2010
133. Mirage 1/3/2003
134. Minnie Bakes Oaten Cakes 4/1/2010
135. Minnie And Mattie 4/1/2010
136. Memory 4/1/2010
137. May 1/3/2003
138. Maude Clare 3/16/2003
139. Marvel Of Marvels 1/4/2003
140. Margaret Has A Milking-Pail 4/1/2010
141. Maiden-Song 4/1/2010
142. Maiden May 4/1/2010
143. Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby! 4/1/2010
144. Love Me - I Love You 4/1/2010
145. Love From The North 4/1/2010
146. Love Came Down At Christmas 4/1/2010
147. Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine? 4/1/2010
148. Long Barren 4/1/2010
149. Light Love 4/1/2010
150. Life And Death 4/1/2010
151. Lie A-Bed 4/1/2010
152. Let Me Go 3/9/2015
153. Later Life 1/3/2003
154. Last Night 4/1/2010
155. Lady Maggie 4/1/2010
156. L. E. L. 4/1/2010
157. Kookoorookoo! Kookoorookoo! 4/1/2010
158. Jesus, Do I Love Thee? 4/1/2010
159. January Cold Desolate 4/1/2010
160. Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale 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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