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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Sappho

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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