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
“A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel;” — Christina Rossetti Angel Copy Share Image
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower — Christina Rossetti Cities 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
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
“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 Left and right 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
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
“I charge you at the Judgement make it plain, My love of you was life and not a breath.” — Christina Rossetti 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 Birth Copy Share Image
