When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me — Christina Rossetti Cypress trees Copy Share Image
“Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace, Grant me. Father, a servant’s place. ” — Christina Rossetti Father Copy Share Image
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world His hands have made, Born a stranger. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet? — Christina Rossetti Life Copy Share Image
Obedience is the fruit of faith; patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith. — Christina Rossetti Faith Copy Share Image
The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all? — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower — Christina Rossetti Cities Copy Share Image
The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget… — Christina Rossetti Darkness Copy Share Image
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor… — Christina Rossetti April Copy Share Image
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh… — Christina Rossetti Care Copy Share Image
O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race… — Christina Rossetti Angel Copy Share Image
For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Love loves for ever, And finds a sort of joy in pain, And gives with nought to take again, And loves too… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“All others are outside myself; I lock my door and bar them out The turmoil, tedium, gad-about. I lock my door upon… — Christina Rossetti Death Copy Share Image
“He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained… — Christina Rossetti Flowers Copy Share Image
“A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to… — Christina Rossetti Death Copy Share Image
“ When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no… — Christina Rossetti Death Copy Share Image
I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb'd too much for hopes or… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“O cousin Kate, my love was true, Your love was writ in sand: If he had fooled not me but you, If… — Christina Rossetti Betrayal Copy Share Image
“Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the… — Christina Rossetti Friendship Copy Share Image
“ Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold… — Christina Rossetti Corruption Copy Share Image
Trust me, I have not earned your dear rebuke, I love, as you would have me, God the most; Would lose not… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
