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
“Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained… — Christina Rossetti Flowers Copy Share Image
January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny… — Christina Rossetti April 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
Come to me in the silence of the night, Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream. Come with soft… — Christina Rossetti Cheeks Copy Share Image
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's… — Christina Rossetti Boundaries 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 Life 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
“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
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
“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
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. — Christina Rossetti Doe Copy Share Image
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but… — Christina Rossetti Dream Copy Share Image
O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In… — Christina Rossetti Art Copy Share Image
I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does… — Christina Rossetti Aids 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
“BRIDE SONG Too late for love, too late for joy, Too late, too late! You loitered on the road too long, You… — Christina Rossetti Five years 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
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing. — Christina Rossetti Animal Copy Share Image
