Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

281. De Profundis 12/31/2002
282. Sappho 1/3/2003
283. Later Life 1/3/2003
284. Up-Hill 1/4/2003
285. Rest 1/4/2003
286. What Would I Give 1/3/2003
287. Who Shall Deliver Me? 1/3/2003
288. From The Antique 1/3/2003
289. In The Bleak Midwinter 4/1/2010
290. A Frog's Fate 4/1/2010
291. The First Day 1/3/2003
292. Cobwebs 1/3/2003
293. Mirage 1/3/2003
294. By The Sea 1/3/2003
295. Beneath Thy Cross 1/3/2003
296. Cousin Kate 1/3/2003
297. Promises Like Pie-Crust 1/3/2003
298. The Convent Threshold 1/3/2003
299. Spring Quiet 1/3/2003
300. Winter: My Secret 1/3/2003
301. Silent Noon 1/3/2003
302. Maude Clare 3/16/2003
303. A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It 4/1/2010
304. Bride Song 1/4/2003
305. Goblin Market 12/31/2002
306. An Apple-Gathering 1/3/2003
307. Sleeping At Last 1/3/2003
308. Song 12/31/2002
309. No, Thank You John 1/3/2003
310. A Pause 1/3/2003
311. A Better Ressurection 1/3/2003
312. A Study (A Soul) 1/3/2003
313. Who Has Seen The Wind? 1/3/2003
314. From Sunset To Star Rise 1/3/2003
315. A Daughter Of Eve 1/3/2003
316. When I Am Dead, My Dearest 1/3/2003
317. A Birthday 1/3/2003
318. Dream Land 12/31/2002
319. Echo 1/3/2003
320. Remember 12/31/2002

Comments about Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Emily Oldham Emily Oldham (6/21/2009 5:38:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is possibly my favourite poet of all time. I haven't read one that I haven't liked yet. She was so talented!
    Athena

    *** words will change the world ***

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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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No, Thank You John

I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?

You Know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?

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