Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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

Comments about Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Khalid (11/12/2017 5:15:00 AM)

    I liked the poem The Wind. It is a very gentle definition of wind by the Poet. She has described it very politely and gently. It is great Peom.

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  • Khalid (11/12/2017 3:41:00 AM)

    I liked The Wind poem.

  • Athy C. C. (11/11/2017 1:48:00 AM)

    hello guys? what poems do you suggest from christina rossetti for performing?
    Please give me one that isn't too long and not too short. thanks!

  • 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.

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

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

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

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

  • Ally Mouldenhauer Ally Mouldenhauer (6/4/2015 3:39:00 PM)

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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!

  • 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 ***

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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Cobwebs

It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain
Stretches thro' long unbroken miles away:
While thro' the sluggish air a twilight grey
Broodeth; no moons or seasons wax and wane,
No ebb and flow are there among the main,
No bud-time no leaf-falling there for aye,
No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand,

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