Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

121. Heart’s Chill Between 4/1/2010
122. Heartsease In My Garden Bed 4/1/2010
123. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose 4/1/2010
124. Holy Innocents 1/3/2003
125. Hope Is Like A Harebell Trembling From Its Birth 4/1/2010
126. Hop-O'-My-Thumb And Little Jack Horner 4/1/2010
127. Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen 4/1/2010
128. How Many Seconds In A Minute? 4/1/2010
129. Hurt No Living Thing 4/1/2010
130. I Am A King 4/1/2010
131. I Caught A Little Ladybird 4/1/2010
132. I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl 4/1/2010
133. I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow 4/1/2010
134. I Have A Little Husband 4/1/2010
135. I Have A Poll Parrot 4/1/2010
136. I Have But One Rose In The World 4/1/2010
137. I Know A Baby, Such A Baby 4/1/2010
138. I Know You Not 4/1/2010
139. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
140. I Planted A Hand 4/1/2010
141. If 4/1/2010
142. If A Mouse Could Fly 4/1/2010
143. If A Pig Wore A Wig 4/1/2010
144. If All Were Rain And Never Sun 4/1/2010
145. If Hope Grew On A Bush 4/1/2010
146. If I Were A Queen 4/1/2010
147. If Only 4/1/2010
148. If Stars Dropped Out Of Heaven 4/1/2010
149. If The Moon Came From Heaven 4/1/2010
150. If The Sun Could Tell Us Half 4/1/2010
151. In An Artist's Studio 1/3/2003
152. In Progress 1/3/2003
153. In The Bleak Midwinter 4/1/2010
154. In The Meadow - What In The Meadow? 4/1/2010
155. In The Round Tower At Jhansi 4/1/2010
156. In The Willow Shade 1/3/2003
157. Introspective 11/27/2015
158. Is It Well With The Child? 1/4/2003
159. Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale 4/1/2010
160. January Cold Desolate 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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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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