Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

281. De Profundis 12/31/2002
282. A Christmas Carol 4/1/2010
283. A Frog's Fate 4/1/2010
284. Sappho 1/3/2003
285. Cobwebs 1/3/2003
286. A Pin Has A Head, But Has No Hair 4/1/2010
287. The Convent Threshold 1/3/2003
288. In The Bleak Midwinter 4/1/2010
289. Rest 1/4/2003
290. Maude Clare 3/16/2003
291. Up-Hill 1/4/2003
292. Spring Quiet 1/3/2003
293. Goblin Market 12/31/2002
294. The First Day 1/3/2003
295. Mirage 1/3/2003
296. Who Shall Deliver Me? 1/3/2003
297. Beneath Thy Cross 1/3/2003
298. Winter: My Secret 1/3/2003
299. No, Thank You John 1/3/2003
300. Cousin Kate 1/3/2003
301. By The Sea 1/3/2003
302. Sleeping At Last 1/3/2003
303. A Chill 4/1/2010
304. A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It 4/1/2010
305. Promises Like Pie-Crust 1/3/2003
306. Bride Song 1/4/2003
307. Silent Noon 1/3/2003
308. An Apple-Gathering 1/3/2003
309. A Pause 1/3/2003
310. Song 12/31/2002
311. A Study (A Soul) 1/3/2003
312. A Better Ressurection 1/3/2003
313. From Sunset To Star Rise 1/3/2003
314. A Daughter Of Eve 1/3/2003
315. When I Am Dead, My Dearest 1/3/2003
316. Who Has Seen The Wind? 1/3/2003
317. A Birthday 1/3/2003
318. Dream Land 12/31/2002
319. Echo 1/3/2003
320. Remember 12/31/2002

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 ...

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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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