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Christina Rossetti: Gone for Ever
Gone for EverO happy rose-bud blooming Upon thy parent tree, Nay, thou art too presuming; For soon the earth entombing Thy faded charms shall be, And the chill damp consuming.O happy…Christina Rossetti: Good Friday
Good FridayAm I a stone and not a sheep That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss, And yet not weep?Not so those women loved Who with…Christina Rossetti: Grown and Flown
Grown and FlownI loved my love from green of Spring Until sere Autumn's fall; But now that leaves are withering How should one love at all? One heart's too small For hunger, cold, love…Christina Rossetti: Helen Grey
Helen GreyMarch 1866Because one loves you, Helen Grey, Is that a reason you should pout, And like a March wind veer about, And frown, and say your shrewish say? Don't strain the cord…Christina Rossetti: I Know You Not
I Know You Not1864O Christ, the Vine with living Fruit, The twelvefold-fruited Tree of Life, The Balm in Gilead after strife, The valley Lily and the Rose; Stronger than Lebanon, Thou Root;…Christina Rossetti: Jessie Cameron
Jessie Cameron'Jessie, Jessie Cameron, Hear me but this once,' quoth he. 'Good luck go with you, neighbor's son, But I'm no mate for you,' quoth she. Day was verging toward the night…Christina Rossetti: Lady Maggie
Lady MaggieYou must not call me Maggie, you must not call me Dear, For I'm Lady of the Manor now stately to see; And if there comes a babe, as there may some happy year, 'Twill be little…Christina Rossetti: Last Night
Last NightMay 1865Where were you last night? I watched at the gate; I went down early, I stayed down late. Were you snug at home, I should like to know, Or were you in the coppice wheedling…Christina Rossetti: Life and Death
Life and DeathLife is not sweet. One day it will be sweet To shut our eyes and die: Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart by With flitting butterfly, Nor grass grow long above…Christina Rossetti: Light Love
Light Love'Oh, sad thy lot before I came, But sadder when I go; My presence but a flash of flame, A transitory glow Between two barren wastes like snow. What wilt thou do when I am gone…Trending
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