Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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