Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

281. Color 4/1/2010
282. Death’s Chill Between 4/1/2010
283. A Bird’s-Eye View 4/1/2010
284. Dead Before Death 4/1/2010
285. A Green Cornfield 4/1/2010
286. A Triad 4/1/2010
287. Maude Clare 3/16/2003
288. Beneath Thy Cross 1/3/2003
289. Mirage 1/3/2003
290. By The Sea 1/3/2003
291. The Skylark 4/1/2010
292. Winter: My Secret 1/3/2003
293. Promises Like Pie-Crust 1/3/2003
294. Spring Quiet 1/3/2003
295. On The Death Of A Cat 1/7/2015
296. A Frog's Fate 4/1/2010
297. The Convent Threshold 1/3/2003
298. Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale 4/1/2010
299. A Study (A Soul) 1/3/2003
300. Sonnets Are Full Of Love 4/1/2010
301. A Pause 1/3/2003
302. Silent Noon 1/3/2003
303. Cousin Kate 1/3/2003
304. Goblin Market 12/31/2002
305. An Emerald Is As Green As Grass 4/1/2010
306. A Better Ressurection 1/3/2003
307. To My Mother 12/17/2014
308. Boats Sail On The Rivers 4/1/2010
309. From Sunset To Star Rise 1/3/2003
310. A Royal Princess 4/1/2010
311. The First Spring Day 4/1/2010
312. Song 12/31/2002
313. Sleeping At Last 1/3/2003
314. A Daughter Of Eve 1/3/2003
315. Dream Land 12/31/2002
316. Who Has Seen The Wind? 1/3/2003
317. A Birthday 1/3/2003
318. Echo 1/3/2003
319. When I Am Dead, My Dearest 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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