Flower Quotes by Christina Rossetti

What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain's brink.

— Christina Rossetti

“Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all earth's at play.”

— Christina Rossetti

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

— Christina Rossetti

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

— Christina Rossetti

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

— Christina Rossetti

Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.

— Christina Rossetti

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry…

— Christina Rossetti

The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.

— Christina Rossetti

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

What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What…

— Christina Rossetti

“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

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

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

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on…

— Christina Rossetti

I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when…

— Christina Rossetti

January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny…

— Christina Rossetti

Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in…

— Christina Rossetti

The Bourne Underneath the growing grass, Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers: There we shall not count the…

— Christina Rossetti

Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns:…

— Christina Rossetti

“A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are…

— Christina Rossetti