Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

281. Later Life 1/3/2003
282. An Emerald Is As Green As Grass 4/1/2010
283. Is It Well With The Child? 1/4/2003
284. In An Artist's Studio 1/3/2003
285. Monna Innominata: A Sonnet Of Sonnets 1/3/2003
286. May 1/3/2003
287. A Pin Has A Head, But Has No Hair 4/1/2010
288. Who Shall Deliver Me? 1/3/2003
289. Spring Quiet 1/3/2003
290. Beneath Thy Cross 1/3/2003
291. The Convent Threshold 1/3/2003
292. Winter: My Secret 1/3/2003
293. Maude Clare 3/16/2003
294. Goblin Market 12/31/2002
295. Mirage 1/3/2003
296. Cobwebs 1/3/2003
297. The First Day 1/3/2003
298. Promises Like Pie-Crust 1/3/2003
299. Up-Hill 1/4/2003
300. A Chill 4/1/2010
301. Cousin Kate 1/3/2003
302. Silent Noon 1/3/2003
303. A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It 4/1/2010
304. Bride Song 1/4/2003
305. No, Thank You John 1/3/2003
306. By The Sea 1/3/2003
307. An Apple-Gathering 1/3/2003
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. When I Am Dead, My Dearest 1/3/2003
315. A Daughter Of Eve 1/3/2003
316. Who Has Seen The Wind? 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

  • Sandra N Sneed Sandra N Sneed (10/15/2017 3:40:00 PM)

    She is an amazing poet and an amazing story teller. Her work is clever and unique.

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  • Tristen Worley (3/30/2016 10:32:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is a good poet and I love the poem that I have read

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  • Yvette Darling Yvette Darling (9/4/2015 7:03:00 PM)

    I love you poems they enspire me I want to write poets

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  • Nataly Nevozmoznaya (11/13/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    Do you know the answer to this riddle? Could you write it, please!

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  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (10/17/2011 2:43:00 AM)

    Good morning! i am one of the people who are interested in your poems, because i just read one of them, by the name of A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It. I finally obtained my normal body weight, because i obtained a knowledge regarding my body problem. I also write poems in my spare time, hence i would like you to read them, if you find time. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

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  • 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

Echo

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in ...

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The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Stair after golden sky-ward stair,
To city and to sea of glass.
My lily feet are soiled with mud,
With scarlet mud which tells a tale
Of hope that was, of guilt that was,

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