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// Cite Auden, Byron, Chaucer, and more A-B | C-D | E-H | J-M | N-R | S-T | U-Z Amiri Baraka Abu Nuwas Addison, Joseph Aidoo, Ama Ata Aiken, Conrad…Christina Rossetti: 'A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break'
'A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break'I will accept thy will to do and be, Thy hatred and intolerance of sin, Thy will at least to love, that burns within And thirsteth after Me: So will…Christina Rossetti: Conference Between Christ, the Saints, and the Soul
Conference Between Christ, the Saints, and the Soul1863I am pale with sick desire, For my heart is far away From this world's fitful fire And this world's waning day; In a dream it…Christina Rossetti: Jesus, Do I Love Thee?
Jesus, Do I Love Thee?1864Jesus, do I love Thee? Thou art far above me, Seated out of sight Hid in Heavenly Light Of most highest height. Martyred hosts implore Thee, Seraphs fall before Thee…Christina Rossetti: 'No, Thank You, John'
'No, Thank You, John'I never said I loved you, John: Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to think upon With always 'do' and 'pray'?You know I never loved you, John; No…Christina Rossetti: Old and New Year Ditties
Old and New Year Ditties1New Year met me somewhat sad: Old Year leaves me tired, Stripped of favourite things I had Baulked of much desired: Yet farther on my road to-day God willing,…Christina Rossetti: Sit Down in the Lowest Room
Sit Down in the Lowest RoomMarch 1864Like flowers sequestered from the sun And wind of summer, day by day I dwindled paler, whilst my hair Showed the first tinge of grey.'Oh what is…Christina Rossetti: Song ("Oh roses for the flush of youth")
SongOh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.Oh violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead…Christina Rossetti: Song ("She sat and sang")
SongShe sat and sang alway By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play Beneath the glad sunbeam.I sat and wept alway Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam,…Christina Rossetti: Song ("When I am dead")
SongWhen I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou…Trending
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