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


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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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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