Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

81. Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree 4/1/2010
82. Oh, Fair To See 4/1/2010
83. A Ring Posy 4/1/2010
84. If Only 4/1/2010
85. Baby Cry 4/1/2010
86. A Toadstool Comes Up In A Night 4/1/2010
87. I Have A Little Husband 4/1/2010
88. An October Garden 4/1/2010
89. Autumn 4/1/2010
90. I Have But One Rose In The World 4/1/2010
91. O Wind, Where Have You Been 4/1/2010
92. A Ring Upon Her Finger 4/1/2010
93. Maiden May 4/1/2010
94. My Friend 4/1/2010
95. Hope Is Like A Harebell Trembling From Its Birth 4/1/2010
96. Our Little Baby Fell Asleep 4/1/2010
97. Mother Country 4/1/2010
98. Margaret Has A Milking-Pail 4/1/2010
99. Autumn Violets 4/1/2010
100. Bread And Milk For Breakfast 4/1/2010
101. L. E. L. 4/1/2010
102. Clever Little Willie Wee 4/1/2010
103. Seldom ‘can'T’ 4/1/2010
104. The First Spring Day 4/1/2010
105. Advent 4/1/2010
106. If A Pig Wore A Wig 4/1/2010
107. Give Me Holly 4/1/2010
108. One Sea-Side Grave 4/1/2010
109. Blind From My Birth 4/1/2010
110. All The Bells Were Ringing 4/1/2010
111. The Dear Old Woman In The Lane 4/1/2010
112. From House To House 4/1/2010
113. The Ghost’s Petition 4/1/2010
114. Jesus, Do I Love Thee? 4/1/2010
115. A White Hen Sitting 4/1/2010
116. Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby! 4/1/2010
117. Ding A Ding 4/1/2010
118. O Wind, Why Do You Never Rest 4/1/2010
119. Song V 4/1/2010
120. Rushes In A Watery Place 4/1/2010
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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No, Thank You John

I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?

You Know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?

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