Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that… — 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
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
Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love. — 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 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
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
“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
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
“O cousin Kate, my love was true, Your love was writ in sand: If he had fooled not me but you, If… — 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
“ A Pause of Thought I looked for that which is not, nor can be, And hope deferred made my heart sick… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“BRIDE SONG Too late for love, too late for joy, Too late, too late! You loitered on the road too long, You… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all earth's at play.” — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“I'll love him til he loves me best Me best of all, Maude Clare” — 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
Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a… — 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
