Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

121. Holy Innocents 1/3/2003
122. Hope Is Like A Harebell Trembling From Its Birth 4/1/2010
123. Hop-O'-My-Thumb And Little Jack Horner 4/1/2010
124. Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen 4/1/2010
125. How Many Seconds In A Minute? 4/1/2010
126. Hurt No Living Thing 4/1/2010
127. I Am A King 4/1/2010
128. I Caught A Little Ladybird 4/1/2010
129. I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl 4/1/2010
130. I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow 4/1/2010
131. I Have A Little Husband 4/1/2010
132. I Have A Poll Parrot 4/1/2010
133. I Have But One Rose In The World 4/1/2010
134. I Know A Baby, Such A Baby 4/1/2010
135. I Know You Not 4/1/2010
136. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
137. I Planted A Hand 4/1/2010
138. If 4/1/2010
139. If A Mouse Could Fly 4/1/2010
140. If A Pig Wore A Wig 4/1/2010
141. If All Were Rain And Never Sun 4/1/2010
142. If Hope Grew On A Bush 4/1/2010
143. If I Were A Queen 4/1/2010
144. If Only 4/1/2010
145. If Stars Dropped Out Of Heaven 4/1/2010
146. If The Moon Came From Heaven 4/1/2010
147. If The Sun Could Tell Us Half 4/1/2010
148. In An Artist's Studio 1/3/2003
149. In Progress 1/3/2003
150. In The Bleak Midwinter 4/1/2010
151. In The Meadow - What In The Meadow? 4/1/2010
152. In The Round Tower At Jhansi 4/1/2010
153. In The Willow Shade 1/3/2003
154. Introspective -new- 11/27/2015
155. Is It Well With The Child? 1/4/2003
156. Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale 4/1/2010
157. January Cold Desolate 4/1/2010
158. Jesus, Do I Love Thee? 4/1/2010
159. Kookoorookoo! Kookoorookoo! 4/1/2010
160. L. E. L. 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti


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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I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,

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