“Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us… — Christina Rossetti Freedom Copy Share Image
I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when… — Christina Rossetti Bud Copy Share Image
“Flint An emerald is as green as grass, A ruby red as blood; A sapphire shines as blue as heaven; A flint… — Christina Rossetti Beauty Copy Share Image
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of… — Christina Rossetti Blades Copy Share Image
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken. — Christina Rossetti Bird 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
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
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 First love Copy Share Image
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch… — Christina Rossetti Friendship Copy Share Image
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes… — Christina Rossetti Beauty 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 passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race… — Christina Rossetti Angel 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 Care 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 Apple trees Copy Share Image
“For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget… — Christina Rossetti Darkness Copy Share Image
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor… — Christina Rossetti April Copy Share Image
The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no… — Christina Rossetti Air Copy Share Image
