There is no time like Spring When life's alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back… — Christina Rossetti Alive Copy Share Image
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep?… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
This life is but the passage of a day, This life is but a pang and all is over; But in the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Christmas hath a darkness; Brighter than the blazing noon; Christmas hath a chillness Warmer than the heat of June, Christmas hath a… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb. If I were… — Christina Rossetti Christmas Copy Share Image
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet… — Christina Rossetti Bird Copy Share Image
What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Good folk, I have no coin, To take were to purloin: I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“I have no heart? Perhaps I have not; / But then you're mad to take offense / That I don't give you… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I have a room whereinto no one enters Save I myself alone: There sits a blessed memory on a throne, There my… — Christina Rossetti Blessed Copy Share Image
Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
And sometimes I remember days of old When fellowship seemed not so far to seek, And all the world and I seemed… — Christina Rossetti Cold Copy Share Image
I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In… — Christina Rossetti Art Copy Share Image
