Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

161. Good Friday 4/1/2010
162. Swift And Sure The Swallow 4/1/2010
163. Dost Thou Not Care? 4/1/2010
164. Winter Rain 4/1/2010
165. Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen 4/1/2010
166. Rosy Maiden Winifred 4/1/2010
167. On The Grassy Banks 4/1/2010
168. Consider 4/1/2010
169. A Year’s Windfalls 4/1/2010
170. I Know You Not 4/1/2010
171. Summer 4/1/2010
172. January Cold Desolate 4/1/2010
173. Easter Even 4/1/2010
174. Somewhere Or Other 4/1/2010
175. Rushes In A Watery Place 4/1/2010
176. Why Did Baby Die? 4/1/2010
177. An End 4/1/2010
178. The City Mouse And The Garden Mouse 4/1/2010
179. Eight O'Clock 4/1/2010
180. Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary? 4/1/2010
181. Dead Hope 4/1/2010
182. Summer Is Ended 4/1/2010
183. If 4/1/2010
184. The Horses Of The Sea 4/1/2010
185. Old And New Year Ditties 4/1/2010
186. Paradise: In A Symbol 4/1/2010
187. Dream-Love 4/1/2010
188. Sound Sleep 4/1/2010
189. Grown And Flown 4/1/2010
190. Come Unto Me 4/1/2010
191. Last Night 4/1/2010
192. She's Such A Senseless Wooden Thing 4/1/2010
193. I Know A Baby, Such A Baby 4/1/2010
194. Sing Me A Song 4/1/2010
195. Endure Hardness 4/1/2010
196. Light Love 4/1/2010
197. Ferry Me Across The Water 4/1/2010
198. Shut Out 4/1/2010
199. One Sea-Side Grave 4/1/2010
200. Gone For Ever 4/1/2010

Comments about Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • 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!

    *** words will change the world ***

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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 ...

Read the full of Remember


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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