Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

201. Endure Hardness 4/1/2010
202. Fata Morgana 4/1/2010
203. Gone For Ever 4/1/2010
204. Wife To Husband 4/1/2010
205. Dead Before Death 4/1/2010
206. The Days Are Clear 4/1/2010
207. Winter Rain 4/1/2010
208. Baby Lies So Fast Asleep 4/1/2010
209. A Farm Walk 4/1/2010
210. Love Me - I Love You 4/1/2010
211. Eve 4/1/2010
212. Death’s Chill Between 4/1/2010
213. A Summer Wish 4/1/2010
214. The Hour And The Ghost 4/1/2010
215. Spring 4/1/2010
216. Summer 4/1/2010
217. Heart’s Chill Between 4/1/2010
218. If Stars Dropped Out Of Heaven 4/1/2010
219. O Lady Moon 4/1/2010
220. Light Love 4/1/2010
221. Another Spring 4/1/2010
222. Summer Is Ended 4/1/2010
223. Roses Blushing Red And White 4/1/2010
224. Paradise: In A Dream 4/1/2010
225. A Motherless Soft Lambkin 4/1/2010
226. Brown And Furry 4/1/2010
227. Shut Out 4/1/2010
228. A Rose Has Thorns As Well As Honey 4/1/2010
229. A Bird’s-Eye View 4/1/2010
230. One Day 4/1/2010
231. Despised And Rejected 4/1/2010
232. A Peal Of Bells 4/1/2010
233. Boats Sail On The Rivers 4/1/2010
234. Mix A Pancake 4/1/2010
235. Memory 4/1/2010
236. Beauty Is Vain 4/1/2010
237. A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break 4/1/2010
238. Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale 4/1/2010
239. Hurt No Living Thing 4/1/2010
240. Requiem 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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