When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me — Christina Rossetti Cypress trees Copy Share Image
“A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel;” — Christina Rossetti Angel Copy Share Image
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on. — Christina Rossetti Dream 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 He man Copy Share Image
“I'll love him til he loves me best Me best of all, Maude Clare” — Christina Rossetti Christina-rossetti Copy Share Image
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. — Christina Rossetti Birthday Copy Share Image
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget. — Christina Rossetti Cypress trees Copy Share Image
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love. — Christina Rossetti Beginning Copy Share Image
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower — Christina Rossetti Cities 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 Asks 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 Blazing 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
Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used… — Christina Rossetti Forgotten 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 Deep 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 Fades 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 Alive 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 Clouds 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
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 Everlasting 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
“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
Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns:… — Christina Rossetti Bees 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 And love 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 Birth Copy Share Image
She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me,… — Christina Rossetti Bruises 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 Day by day Copy Share Image
Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in… — Christina Rossetti Air Copy Share Image
“In an Artist’s Studio One face looks out from all his canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans: We found… — Christina Rossetti Day and night Copy Share Image
“O where are you going with your love-locks flowing On the west wind bellowing along this valley track?” “The downhill path is… — Christina Rossetti Downhill Copy Share Image
The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back… — Christina Rossetti Downhill Copy Share Image
