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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Cobwebs

It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain
Stretches thro' long unbroken miles away:
While thro' the sluggish air a twilight grey
Broodeth; no moons or seasons wax and wane,
No ebb and flow are there among the main,
No bud-time no leaf-falling there for aye,
No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand,

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