Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Why Did Baby Die?
Why did baby die,Making Father sigh,Mother cry?Flowers, that bloom to die,Make no replyOf ‘why?’But bow and die.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Shall Deliver Me?
God strengthen me to bear myself;That heaviest weight of all to bear,Inalienable weight of care.All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things?
As violets so be I recluse and sweet,Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare,Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat,Still sweetening wintry air.While..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Has Seen The Wind?
Who has seen the wind?Neither I nor you.But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I.But..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are
Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,With blades of grass between,Each daisy stands up like a starOut of a sky of green.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming
When the cows come home the milk is coming,Honey's made while the bees are humming;Duck and drake on the rushy lake,And the deer live safe in the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When I Am Dead, My Dearest
When 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 meWith showers and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up
When fishes set umbrellas upIf the rain-drops run,Lizards will want their parasolsTo shade them from the sun.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When A Mounting Skylark Sings
When a mounting skylark singsIn the sunlit summer morn,I know that heaven is up on high,And on earth are fields of corn.But when a nightingale..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Would I Give
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do!Hard and cold and small, of all..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Will You Give Me For My Pound?
What will you give me for my pound?Full twenty shillings round.What will you give me for my shilling?Twelve pence to give I'm willing.What will you..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Does The Donkey Bray About?
What does the donkey bray about?What does the pig grunt through his snout?What does the goose mean by a hiss?Oh, Nurse, if you can tell me this,I'll..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Does The Bee Do?
What does the bee do?Bring home honey.And what does Father do?Bring home money.And what does Mother do?Lay out the money.And what does baby do?Eat up..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Do The Stars Do
What do the stars doUp in the sky,Higher than the wind can blow,Or the clouds can fly?Each star in its own gloryCircles, circles still;As it was lit..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow
What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow:What are brief? To-day and to-morrow:What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth:What are deep? The ocean and truth.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Wee Wee Husband
Wee wee husband,Give me some money,I have no comfits,And I have no honey.Wee wee wifie,I have no money,Milk, nor meat, nor bread to eat,Comfits, nor..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Weary In Well-Doing
I would have gone; God bade me stay:I would have worked; God bade me rest.He broke my will from day to day,He read my yearnings unexpressedAnd said..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Venus's Looking-Glass
I marked where lovely Venus and her courtWith song and dance and merry laugh went by;Weightless, their wingless feet seemed made to fly,Bound from..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Vanity Of Vanities
Ah, woe is me for pleasure that is vain,Ah, woe is me for glory that is past:Pleasure that bringeth sorrow at the last,Glory that at the last..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Up-Hill
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?Yes, to the very end.Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?From morn to night, my friend.But is there..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Under The Rose
'The iniquity of the fathers upon the children.'Oh the rose of keenest thorn!One hidden summer mornUnder the rose I was born.I do not guess his..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Under The Ivy Bush
Under the ivy bushOne sits sighing,And under the willow treeOne sits crying: -Under the ivy bushCease from your sighing,But under the willow-treeLie..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers
Twist me a crown of wind-flowers;That I may fly awayTo hear the singers at their song,And players at their play.Put on your crown of wind-flowers:But..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Twilight Night
IWe met, hand to hand,We clasped hands close and fast,As close as oak and ivy stand;But it is past:Come day, come night, day comes at last.We loosed..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Twilight Calm
Oh, pleasant eventide!Clouds on the western sideGrow grey and greyer, hiding the warm sun:The bees and birds, their happy labours done,Seek their..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti