Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

241. A City Plum Is Not A Plum 4/1/2010
242. Goodbye In Fear, Goodbye In Sorrow, 4/1/2010
243. An Echo From Willowood 4/1/2010
244. The Prince's Progress (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
245. Love Came Down At Christmas 4/1/2010
246. Requiem 4/1/2010
247. The Three Enemies 12/31/2002
248. After Death 4/1/2010
249. Color 4/1/2010
250. A Linnet In A Gilded Cage 4/1/2010
251. A Royal Princess 4/1/2010
252. Sonnets Are Full Of Love 4/1/2010
253. Boats Sail On The Rivers 4/1/2010
254. From The Antique 1/3/2003
255. In Progress 1/3/2003
256. A House Of Cards 4/1/2010
257. A Green Cornfield 4/1/2010
258. From “later Life” 1/1/2004
259. Marvel Of Marvels 1/4/2003
260. A Pause Of Thought 4/1/2010
261. The Thread Of Life 1/3/2003
262. A Frisky Lamb 4/1/2010
263. Twice 1/3/2003
264. Passing Away, Saith The World 1/3/2003
265. Aloof 1/4/2003
266. Holy Innocents 1/3/2003
267. In An Artist's Studio 1/3/2003
268. A Dream 4/1/2010
269. At Home 12/31/2002
270. Later Life 1/3/2003
271. May 1/3/2003
272. Is It Well With The Child? 1/4/2003
273. In The Willow Shade 1/3/2003
274. A Diamond Or A Coal? 4/1/2010
275. In The Bleak Midwinter 4/1/2010
276. Before The Paling Of The Stars 1/3/2003
277. A Motherless Soft Lambkin 4/1/2010
278. A Christmas Carol 4/1/2010
279. A Frog's Fate 4/1/2010
280. Fluttered Wings 1/1/2004

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

The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Stair after golden sky-ward stair,
To city and to sea of glass.
My lily feet are soiled with mud,
With scarlet mud which tells a tale
Of hope that was, of guilt that was,

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