Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

1. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
2. Christmas Eve 12/14/2015
3. There Is But One May In The Year, 4/1/2010
4. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
5. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
6. The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound 4/1/2010
7. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
8. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
9. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
10. A Chilly Night 2/20/2016
11. The Summer Nights Are Short 4/1/2010
12. There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye 4/1/2010
13. There's Snow On The Fields 4/1/2010
14. The Peach Tree On The Southern Wall 4/1/2010
15. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
16. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
17. The One Certainty 4/1/2010
18. The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Kowledge 4/1/2010
19. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
20. Clouds 4/6/2015
21. The Peacock Has A Score Of Eyes 4/1/2010
22. The Rose That Blushes Rosy Red 4/1/2010
23. The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered 4/1/2010
24. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
25. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
26. The Lily Has An Air 4/1/2010
27. On the Wing 5/20/2015
28. The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush 4/1/2010
29. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
30. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
31. What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow 4/1/2010
32. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
33. What Does The Bee Do? 4/1/2010
34. The World 4/1/2010
35. Three Seasons 4/1/2010
36. The Poor Ghost 4/1/2010
37. When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up 4/1/2010
38. On The Death Of A Cat 1/7/2015
39. The Queen Of Hearts 4/1/2010
40. Twilight Night 4/1/2010

Comments about Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • pepper pepper bobbana bonnana fanna fofanna (2/26/2019 4:08:00 AM)

    why tf dont you have the keynote? its her best work. extremely disappointed. you just lost a good customer. you know what, can i speak to your manager?

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Susan Black (2/22/2019 2:22:00 AM)

    When did Cristina Rossetti write Miss Me, But Let Me Go?

  • yazeso (1/16/2019 9:49:00 AM)

    my classmate's step-mother makes $77 every hour on the internet. She has been unemployed for five months but last month her income was $21066 just working on the internet for a few hours. Read more on this site...
    www.geosalary.com

  • Leyna (1/4/2019 2:45:00 PM)

    I lover her poem: Who Has Seen The Wind? . It really speaks to me a lot about how we should except new changes in our world

  • Hannah g (12/5/2018 9:44:00 AM)

    AWESOME poem! ! reminds us that Jesus is the reason we celebrate Christmas. Jesus has always been my guild and that's why i love the poem! ! THANKS Christina!

  • DSUZB (9/13/2018 8:12:00 PM)

    MY DEAR DEPARTED POET, WOMAN, HOW I WISH WE WOULD HAVE EXISTED AT THE SAME TIME ON EARTH..I KNOW WE WOULD HAVE BEEN GRAND FRIENDS.....MORE PERHAPS. YOUR WORDS TOUCH ME AS THEY ARE SO LIKE MINE. AND NOW I WILL ALWAYS MISS YOU.....BUT THANKFUL ALWAYS THAT YOU LIVED. THANKING YOU ALWAYS .. IN PEACE.

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

    Chistina rossetti

  • fasdfdsfdsfsd fsadfgew (8/2/2018 3:14:00 AM)

    af djf heghoiaoighdpdsojkh]0[c osdh aghlkcj vodsa

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

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

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

    I'm hungry for her fire [3

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 ...

Read the full of Remember

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,

[Report Error]