Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake. — Christina Rossetti Core Copy Share Image
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. — Christina Rossetti Better 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 Angel 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 Hail Copy Share Image
All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still. — Christina Rossetti Can not 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 Life 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 Casts Copy Share Image
Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world His hands have made, Born a stranger. — Christina Rossetti Born 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
To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are… — Christina Rossetti Accounts 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… — Christina Rossetti Feds Copy Share Image
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on… — Christina Rossetti Bleak Copy Share Image
Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty,… — Christina Rossetti Country Copy Share Image
For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And… — Christina Rossetti Band 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 Break 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… — Christina Rossetti Cold Copy Share Image
“Evening by evening Among the Brookside rushes, Laura bow'd her head to hear, Lizzie veil'd her blushes: Crouching close together In the… — Christina Rossetti Christina-rossetti Copy Share Image
“For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a wind… — Christina Rossetti Friendship 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 Barren 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 Beauty Copy Share Image
“Give me the lowest place: not that I dare Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died That I might live… — Christina Rossetti God Copy Share Image
I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all? — Christina Rossetti Bars Copy Share Image
Obedience is the fruit of faith; patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith. — Christina Rossetti Faith Copy Share Image
The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. — Christina Rossetti Born Copy Share Image
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away. — Christina Rossetti Blind Copy Share Image
“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.” — Christina Rossetti Passing Copy Share Image
As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore. — Christina Rossetti Bores Copy Share Image
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun. — Christina Rossetti Left Copy Share Image
“Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace, Grant me. Father, a servant’s place. ” — Christina Rossetti Father Copy Share Image
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a… — Christina Rossetti Bloom Copy Share Image
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing. — Christina Rossetti Animal Copy Share Image
The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity. — Christina Rossetti Lilies Copy Share Image
Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play. — Christina Rossetti Earth Copy Share Image
Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we… — Christina Rossetti Adoration Copy Share Image
