Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

161. Jesus, Do I Love Thee? 4/1/2010
162. Kookoorookoo! Kookoorookoo! 4/1/2010
163. L. E. L. 4/1/2010
164. Lady Maggie 4/1/2010
165. Last Night 4/1/2010
166. Later Life 1/3/2003
167. Let Me Go 3/9/2015
168. Lie A-Bed 4/1/2010
169. Life And Death 4/1/2010
170. Light Love 4/1/2010
171. Long Barren 4/1/2010
172. Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine? 4/1/2010
173. Love Came Down At Christmas 4/1/2010
174. Love From The North 4/1/2010
175. Love Me - I Love You 4/1/2010
176. Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby! 4/1/2010
177. Maiden May 4/1/2010
178. Maiden-Song 4/1/2010
179. Margaret Has A Milking-Pail 4/1/2010
180. Marvel Of Marvels 1/4/2003
181. Maude Clare 3/16/2003
182. May 1/3/2003
183. Memory 4/1/2010
184. Minnie And Mattie 4/1/2010
185. Minnie Bakes Oaten Cakes 4/1/2010
186. Mirage 1/3/2003
187. Mix A Pancake 4/1/2010
188. Monna Innominata: A Sonnet Of Sonnets 1/3/2003
189. Mother Country 4/1/2010
190. Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree 4/1/2010
191. Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother 4/1/2010
192. My Baby Has A Father And A Mother 4/1/2010
193. My Baby Has A Mottled Fist 4/1/2010
194. My Dream 4/1/2010
195. My Friend 4/1/2010
196. No, Thank You John 1/3/2003
197. Noble Sisters 4/1/2010
198. None Other Lamb 4/1/2010
199. O Lady Moon 4/1/2010
200. O Sailor, Come Ashore 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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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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