Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

121. Song V 4/1/2010
122. Rushes In A Watery Place 4/1/2010
123. Lady Maggie 4/1/2010
124. Noble Sisters 4/1/2010
125. Growing In The Vale 4/1/2010
126. I Know A Baby, Such A Baby 4/1/2010
127. Currants On A Bush 4/1/2010
128. Wrens And Robins In The Hedge 4/1/2010
129. The Horses Of The Sea 4/1/2010
130. Amor Mundi 4/1/2010
131. Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother 4/1/2010
132. Symbols 4/1/2010
133. Long Barren 4/1/2010
134. Playing At Bob Cherry 4/1/2010
135. Song Iii 4/1/2010
136. Song Ii 4/1/2010
137. Sweet Death 4/1/2010
138. Good Friday 4/1/2010
139. Maiden-Song 4/1/2010
140. After This The Judgement 4/1/2010
141. Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul 4/1/2010
142. If The Moon Came From Heaven 4/1/2010
143. She's Such A Senseless Wooden Thing 4/1/2010
144. Your Brother Has A Falcon 4/1/2010
145. Rosy Maiden Winifred 4/1/2010
146. A Portrait 4/1/2010
147. Dancing On The Hill-Tops 4/1/2010
148. In The Round Tower At Jhansi 4/1/2010
149. Within The Veil 4/1/2010
150. If A Mouse Could Fly 4/1/2010
151. The Dog Lies In His Kennel 4/1/2010
152. One And One Are Two 4/1/2010
153. Somewhere Or Other 4/1/2010
154. Songs In A Cornfield 4/1/2010
155. Why Did Baby Die? 4/1/2010
156. Life And Death 4/1/2010
157. Amen 4/1/2010
158. The Bourne 4/1/2010
159. Kookoorookoo! Kookoorookoo! 4/1/2010
160. Stroke A Flint 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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