Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

1. On the Wing 5/20/2015
2. The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush 4/1/2010
3. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
4. The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered 4/1/2010
5. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
6. Christmas Eve 12/14/2015
7. The Peach Tree On The Southern Wall 4/1/2010
8. There's Snow On The Fields 4/1/2010
9. The Lily Has An Air 4/1/2010
10. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
11. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
12. The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk 4/1/2010
13. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
14. The Peacock Has A Score Of Eyes 4/1/2010
15. A Chilly Night 2/20/2016
16. The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Kowledge 4/1/2010
17. Clouds 4/6/2015
18. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
19. The Rose That Blushes Rosy Red 4/1/2010
20. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
21. There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye 4/1/2010
22. The One Certainty 4/1/2010
23. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
24. The Queen Of Hearts 4/1/2010
25. The Summer Nights Are Short 4/1/2010
26. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
27. The World 4/1/2010
28. There Is But One May In The Year, 4/1/2010
29. They Desire A Better Country 4/1/2010
30. A Ballad Of Boding 12/12/2014
31. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
32. The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound 4/1/2010
33. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
34. Three Seasons 4/1/2010
35. What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow 4/1/2010
36. I loved you first: but afterwards your love 8/3/2015
37. Introspective 11/27/2015
38. When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up 4/1/2010
39. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
40. Twilight Calm 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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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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