Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

41. They Desire A Better Country 4/1/2010
42. On The Death Of A Cat 1/7/2015
43. What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow 4/1/2010
44. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
45. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
46. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
47. Let Me Go 3/9/2015
48. Under The Rose 4/1/2010
49. A Testimony 4/1/2010
50. The Skylark 4/1/2010
51. I Have A Poll Parrot 4/1/2010
52. A Ballad Of Boding 12/12/2014
53. I Am A King 4/1/2010
54. Hear What The Mournful Linnets Say 4/1/2010
55. Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk 4/1/2010
56. I Planted A Hand 4/1/2010
57. Child's Talk In April 4/1/2010
58. Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are 4/1/2010
59. Bitter For Sweet 4/1/2010
60. If All Were Rain And Never Sun 4/1/2010
61. My Baby Has A Father And A Mother 4/1/2010
62. Bird Or Beast? 4/1/2010
63. I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl 4/1/2010
64. In The Meadow - What In The Meadow? 4/1/2010
65. I Caught A Little Ladybird 4/1/2010
66. Hop-O'-My-Thumb And Little Jack Horner 4/1/2010
67. If Hope Grew On A Bush 4/1/2010
68. None Other Lamb 4/1/2010
69. If The Sun Could Tell Us Half 4/1/2010
70. Clever Little Willie Wee 4/1/2010
71. My Baby Has A Mottled Fist 4/1/2010
72. Heartsease In My Garden Bed 4/1/2010
73. Minnie And Mattie 4/1/2010
74. A White Hen Sitting 4/1/2010
75. Lie A-Bed 4/1/2010
76. Minnie Bakes Oaten Cakes 4/1/2010
77. Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine? 4/1/2010
78. Christian And Jew 4/1/2010
79. I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow 4/1/2010
80. Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti


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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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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