Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing. — Christina Rossetti Animal 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 Copy Share Image
“Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace, Grant me. Father, a servant’s place. ” — Christina Rossetti Father Copy Share Image
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore. — Christina Rossetti 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 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
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
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on… — Christina Rossetti 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
To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are… — Christina Rossetti 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 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
“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
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 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
“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 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
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet - never… — Christina Rossetti Land and sea Copy Share Image
I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season… — Christina Rossetti Blind 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
“Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave… — Christina Rossetti 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
“ Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold… — Christina Rossetti Corruption 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 Copy Share Image
“O cousin Kate, my love was true, Your love was writ in sand: If he had fooled not me but you, If… — Christina Rossetti Betrayal Copy Share Image
“Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the… — Christina Rossetti Friendship Copy Share Image
