Christina Georgina Rossetti Quotes

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 even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. Winter: My Secret (l. 23-27). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
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the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. A Birthday (l. 15-16). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
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Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet, lyricist. "A Birthday," l. 15-16 (written 1857), published in Goblin Market, and Other Poems (1862). Last lines.
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My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea;
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. A Birthday (l. 1-6). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
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And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet, lyricist. A Dirge.
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She gave up beauty in her tender youth, Gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze On vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet, lyricist. A Portrait.
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I might show facts as plain as day: But, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet, lyricist. A Sketch, st. 3.
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Yet come to me in dreams that I may live My very life again though cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. Echo (l. 13-18). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
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As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. Eve (l. 5-7). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
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And my eyes are blue; So ferry me across the water, Do, boatman, do!" "Step into my ferry-boat, Be they black or blue,
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), British poet. Ferry me across the river (Sing-Song) (l. 6-10). . . The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 2. R. W. Crump, ed. (1986) Louisiana State University É Press.
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