Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

161. Later Life 1/3/2003
162. Let Me Go 3/9/2015
163. Lie A-Bed 4/1/2010
164. Life And Death 4/1/2010
165. Light Love 4/1/2010
166. Long Barren 4/1/2010
167. Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine? 4/1/2010
168. Love Came Down At Christmas 4/1/2010
169. Love From The North 4/1/2010
170. Love Me - I Love You 4/1/2010
171. Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby! 4/1/2010
172. Maiden May 4/1/2010
173. Maiden-Song 4/1/2010
174. Margaret Has A Milking-Pail 4/1/2010
175. Marvel Of Marvels 1/4/2003
176. Maude Clare 3/16/2003
177. May 1/3/2003
178. Memory 4/1/2010
179. Minnie And Mattie 4/1/2010
180. Minnie Bakes Oaten Cakes 4/1/2010
181. Mirage 1/3/2003
182. Mix A Pancake 4/1/2010
183. Monna Innominata: A Sonnet Of Sonnets 1/3/2003
184. Mother Country 4/1/2010
185. Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree 4/1/2010
186. Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother 4/1/2010
187. My Baby Has A Father And A Mother 4/1/2010
188. My Baby Has A Mottled Fist 4/1/2010
189. My Dream 4/1/2010
190. My Friend 4/1/2010
191. No, Thank You John 1/3/2003
192. Noble Sisters 4/1/2010
193. None Other Lamb 4/1/2010
194. O Lady Moon 4/1/2010
195. O Sailor, Come Ashore 4/1/2010
196. O Wind, Where Have You Been 4/1/2010
197. O Wind, Why Do You Never Rest 4/1/2010
198. Oh, Fair To See 4/1/2010
199. Old And New Year Ditties 4/1/2010
200. On The Death Of A Cat 1/7/2015
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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