Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

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  • Kunti sarthi (8/3/2018 8:45:00 AM)

    Chistina rossetti

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  • Fucckle Bittch Nig (8/2/2018 3:13:00 AM)

    I can't wait to feel her ghost against my shithole

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  • FucckleBittchNig (8/2/2018 3:10:00 AM)

    I'm hungry for her fire [3

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  • jasper malcolm (7/6/2018 7:45:00 AM)

    I have a large erection over this poet

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  • rhys malcom (7/6/2018 7:42:00 AM)

    this poet is my life

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  • Poet zeiba (5/17/2018 8:08:00 AM)

    I just love her poetry

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  • relan John (5/9/2018 2:15:00 PM)

    stop it make your own then tks

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  • Totallymeeee (5/5/2018 4:40:00 AM)

    Shut up vintage i love her poems. You I'll stuff your face with them your such an idiot.

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  • Eliza (3/25/2018 12:17:00 PM)

    @bumface is clearly just an immature internet troll who can't appreciate true poetry.

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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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