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

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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