When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me — Christina Rossetti Cypress trees Copy Share Image
“A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel;” — Christina Rossetti Angel Copy Share Image
Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show. — Christina Rossetti Beauty Copy Share Image
“Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all earth's at play.” — Christina Rossetti Flower Copy Share Image
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather. — Christina Rossetti Baby sister Copy Share Image
“Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy” — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“I charge you at the Judgement make it plain, My love of you was life and not a breath.” — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“For all night long I dreamed of you: I woke and prayed against my will, Then slept to dream of you again.” — 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
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
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
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
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
Come to me in the silence of the night, Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream. Come with soft… — Christina Rossetti 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
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
“ When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no… — Christina Rossetti Death Copy Share Image
I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb'd too much for hopes or… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“All others are outside myself; I lock my door and bar them out The turmoil, tedium, gad-about. I lock my door upon… — Christina Rossetti Death 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
“He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still. — Christina Rossetti 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 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
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower — Christina Rossetti Cities Copy Share Image
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love. — Christina Rossetti Beginning 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
“I'll love him til he loves me best Me best of all, Maude Clare” — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. — Christina Rossetti Birthday Copy Share Image
For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you. — Christina Rossetti 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 Copy Share Image
