(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

poet Christina Georgina Rossetti
#58 on top 500 poets

Quotations

  • ''Gone were but the Winter,
    Come were but the Spring,
    I would go to a covert
    Where the birds sing.''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. Spring Quiet (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
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  • ''One day in the country
    Is worth a month in town.''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet, lyricist. Summer.
    113 person liked.
    		48 person did not like.
  • ''Spin and die,
    To live again as butterfly.''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. The Caterpillar (Sing-Song) (l. 7-8). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 2. R. W. Crump, ed. (1986) Louisiana State University É Press.
    92 person liked.
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  • ''Brown and furry
    Caterpillar in a hurry,
    Take your walk
    To the shady leaf, or stalk,''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. The Caterpillar (Sing-Song) (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 2. R. W. Crump, ed. (1986) Louisiana State University É Press.
    93 person liked.
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  • ''The city mouse lives in a house;—
    The garden mouse lives in a bower,''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. The City Mouse and the Garden Mous (Sing-Song) (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 2. R. W. Crump, ed. (1986) Louisiana State University É Press.
    8 person liked.
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  • ''The city mouse eats bread and cheese;—
    The garden mouse eats what he can;
    We will not grudge him seeds and stocks,
    Poor little timid furry man.''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse (Sing-Song) (l. 5-8). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 2. R. W. Crump, ed. (1986) Louisiana State University É Press.
    9 person liked.
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  • ''And sometimes I remember days of old
    When fellowship seemed not so far to seek,
    And all the world and I seemed much less cold,
    And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold,
    And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. The Thread of Life (l. 10-15). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 2. R. W. Crump, ed. (1986) Louisiana State University É Press.
    12 person liked.
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  • ''The irresponsive silence of the land,
    The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
    Speak both one message of one sense to me:—
    'Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof,''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. The Thread of Life (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 2. R. W. Crump, ed. (1986) Louisiana State University É Press.
    9 person liked.
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  • ''I smiled at the speech you spoke,
    At your judgement that I heard:
    But I have not often smiled
    Since then, nor questioned since,
    Nor cared for corn-flowers wild,
    Nor sung with the singing bird.''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. Twice (l. 18-24). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
    6 person liked.
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  • ''You took my heart in your hand
    With a friendly smile,
    With a critical eye you scanned,
    Then set it down,
    And said: It is still unripe,
    Better wait awhile;''
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. Twice (l. 9-14). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
    16 person liked.
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The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Stair after golden sky-ward stair,
To city and to sea of glass.
My lily feet are soiled with mud,
With scarlet mud which tells a tale
Of hope that was, of guilt that was,

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