Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

241. Hurt No Living Thing 4/1/2010
242. A Chill 4/1/2010
243. Requiem 4/1/2010
244. A City Plum Is Not A Plum 4/1/2010
245. Consider The Lilies Of The Field 4/1/2010
246. After Death 4/1/2010
247. Beauty Is Vain 4/1/2010
248. Goodbye In Fear, Goodbye In Sorrow, 4/1/2010
249. An Echo From Willowood 4/1/2010
250. Sonnets Are Full Of Love 4/1/2010
251. An Emerald Is As Green As Grass 4/1/2010
252. The Prince's Progress (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
253. A Pause Of Thought 4/1/2010
254. The Three Enemies 12/31/2002
255. A Green Cornfield 4/1/2010
256. A Hope Carol 4/1/2010
257. Color 4/1/2010
258. A Christmas Carol 4/1/2010
259. Marvel Of Marvels 1/4/2003
260. A Frisky Lamb 4/1/2010
261. A Royal Princess 4/1/2010
262. In Progress 1/3/2003
263. A House Of Cards 4/1/2010
264. A Linnet In A Gilded Cage 4/1/2010
265. Twice 1/3/2003
266. From “later Life” 1/1/2004
267. A Frog's Fate 4/1/2010
268. A Diamond Or A Coal? 4/1/2010
269. The Thread Of Life 1/3/2003
270. May 1/3/2003
271. A Dream 4/1/2010
272. Passing Away, Saith The World 1/3/2003
273. Fluttered Wings 1/1/2004
274. Aloof 1/4/2003
275. Holy Innocents 1/3/2003
276. At Home 12/31/2002
277. Later Life 1/3/2003
278. Is It Well With The Child? 1/4/2003
279. In The Willow Shade 1/3/2003
280. In The Bleak Midwinter 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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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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