Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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

  • Sandra N Sneed Sandra N Sneed (10/15/2017 3:40:00 PM)

    She is an amazing poet and an amazing story teller. Her work is clever and unique.

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  • Tristen Worley (3/30/2016 10:32:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is a good poet and I love the poem that I have read

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  • Yvette Darling Yvette Darling (9/4/2015 7:03:00 PM)

    I love you poems they enspire me I want to write poets

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  • Nataly Nevozmoznaya (11/13/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    Do you know the answer to this riddle? Could you write it, please!

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  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (10/17/2011 2:43:00 AM)

    Good morning! i am one of the people who are interested in your poems, because i just read one of them, by the name of A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It. I finally obtained my normal body weight, because i obtained a knowledge regarding my body problem. I also write poems in my spare time, hence i would like you to read them, if you find time. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

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  • 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

A Birthday

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

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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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