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Christina Rossetti: Despised and Rejected
Despised and RejectedMy sun has set, I dwell In darkness as a dead man out of sight; And none remains, not one, that I should tell To him mine evil plight This bitter night. I will make fast…Christina Rossetti: Dream Land
Dream LandWhere sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmèd sleep: Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her…Christina Rossetti: Dream-Love
Dream-LoveYoung Love lies sleeping In May-time of the year, Among the lilies, Lapped in the tender light: White lambs come grazing, White doves come building there: And round about him…Christina Rossetti: Easter Even
Easter Even1864There is nothing more that they can do For all their rage and boast; Caiaphas with his blaspheming crew, Herod with his host,Pontius Pilate in his Judgement-hall Judging…Christina Rossetti: Fata Morgana
Fata MorganaA blue-eyed phantom far before Is laughing, leaping toward the sun: Like lead I chase it evermore, I pant and run.It breaks the sunlight bound on bound: Goes singing as it…Christina Rossetti: Goblin Market
Goblin MarketMorning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Melons and…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…Trending
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