Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

201. The Days Are Clear 4/1/2010
202. Baby Lies So Fast Asleep 4/1/2010
203. A Farm Walk 4/1/2010
204. One Sea-Side Grave 4/1/2010
205. How Many Seconds In A Minute? 4/1/2010
206. Love Me - I Love You 4/1/2010
207. Repining 4/1/2010
208. Summer 4/1/2010
209. January Cold Desolate 4/1/2010
210. Paradise: In A Dream 4/1/2010
211. Sound Sleep 4/1/2010
212. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose 4/1/2010
213. Eve 4/1/2010
214. Seasons 4/1/2010
215. Wife To Husband 4/1/2010
216. The Hour And The Ghost 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. Old And New Year Ditties 4/1/2010
221. Another Spring 4/1/2010
222. Hurt No Living Thing 4/1/2010
223. Roses Blushing Red And White 4/1/2010
224. A Summer Wish 4/1/2010
225. Brown And Furry 4/1/2010
226. A Rose Has Thorns As Well As Honey 4/1/2010
227. Fata Morgana 4/1/2010
228. A Bird’s-Eye View 4/1/2010
229. Mix A Pancake 4/1/2010
230. One Day 4/1/2010
231. A Peal Of Bells 4/1/2010
232. A Dirge 4/1/2010
233. Death’s Chill Between 4/1/2010
234. Love Came Down At Christmas 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. Requiem 4/1/2010
240. Despised And Rejected 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!
    Athena

    *** words will change the world ***

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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 ...

Read the full of Remember

Sappho

I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,

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