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").
From The Antique
It's a weary life, it is, she said:Doubly blank in a woman's lot:I wish and I wish I were a man:Or, better then any being, were not:Were nothing at..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
From Sunset To Star Rise
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,A silly sheep benighted from the fold,A sluggard with a thorn-choked..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
From House To House
The first was like a dream through summer heat,The second like a tedious numbing swoon,While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beatBeneath a winter..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
From “later Life”
VIWe lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.We see the things we do not yearn to seeAround us: and what see..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Fly Away, Fly Away Over The Sea
Fly away, fly away over the sea,Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;Come again, come again, come back to me,Bringing the summer and bringing the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Fluttered Wings
The splendour of the kindling day,The splendor of the setting sun,These move my soul to wend its way,And have doneWith all we grasp and toil amongst..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Ferry Me Across The Water
‘Ferry me across the water,Do, boatman, do.’‘If you've a penny in your purseI'll ferry you.’‘I have a penny in my purse,And my eyes are blue;So ferry..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Fata Morgana
A blue-eyed phantom far beforeIs laughing, leaping toward the sun:Like lead I chase it evermore,I pant and run.It breaks the sunlight bound on..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Eve
'While I sit at the doorSick to gaze withinMine eye weepeth soreFor sorrow and sin:As a tree my sin standsTo darken all lands;Death is the fruit it..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Endure Hardness
A cold wind stirs the blackthornTo burgeon and to blow,Besprinkling half-green hedgesWith flakes and sprays of snow.Through coldness and through..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Eight O'Clock
Eight o'clock;The postman's knock!Five letters for Papa;One for Lou,And none for you,And three for dear Mamma.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Echo
Come to me in the silence of the night;Come in the speaking silence of a dream;Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as brightAs sunlight on a..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Easter Even
There is nothing more that they can doFor all their rage and boast;Caiaphas with his blaspheming crew,Herod with his host,Pontius Pilate in his..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dream-Love
Young Love lies sleepingIn May-time of the year,Among the lilies,Lapped in the tender light:White lambs come grazing,White doves come building..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dream Land
Where sunless rivers weepTheir waves into the deep,She sleeps a charmed sleep:Awake her not.Led by a single star,She came from very farTo seek where..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dost Thou Not Care?
I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heartTo love and not to love.Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apartInto Thy shrine, which is above,Dost..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Ding A Ding
‘Ding a ding,’The sweet bells sing,And say:‘Come, all be gay’For a wedding day.‘Dong a dong,’The bells sigh long,And call:‘Weep one, weep all’For a..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Despised And Rejected
My sun has set, I dwellIn darkness as a dead man out of sight;And none remains, not one, that I should tellTo him mine evil plightThis bitter night.I..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Death’s Chill Between
Chide not; let me breathe a little,For I shall not mourn him long;Though the life-cord was so brittle,The love-cord was very strong.I would wake a..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush
Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, -Weave him a coffin of rush,Dig him a grave where the soft mosses..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dead Hope
Hope new born one pleasant mornDied at even;Hope dead lives nevermore.No, not in heaven.If his shroud were but a cloudTo weep itself away;Or were he..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dead Before Death
Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold,With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;This..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
De Profundis
Oh why is heaven built so far,Oh why is earth set so remote?I cannot reach the nearest starThat hangs afloat.I would not care to reach the moon,One..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Dancing On The Hill-Tops
Dancing on the hill-tops,Singing in the valleys,Laughing with the echoes,Merry little Alice.Playing games with lambkinsIn the flowering..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Currants On A Bush
Currants on a bush,And figs upon a stem,And cherries on a bending bough,And Ned to gather them.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti