Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self,… — 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 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
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 Copy Share Image
The Bourne Underneath the growing grass, Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers: There we shall not count the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail, And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale: 'Time is short, life is… — Christina Rossetti 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
“I charge you at the Judgement make it plain, My love of you was life and not a breath.” — Christina Rossetti 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 are bent… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still. — 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 much less… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace, Grant me. Father, a servant’s place. ” — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“ Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots? — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My… — 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 a Wise… — Christina Rossetti 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 It was… — 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
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams,… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
