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").

Bread And Milk For Breakfast

Bread and milk for breakfast,And woollen frocks to wear,And a crumb for robin redbreastOn the cold days of the year.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Boats Sail On The Rivers

Boats sail on the rivers,And ships sail on the seas;But clouds that sail across the skyAre prettier far than these.There are bridges on the rivers,As..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Blind From My Birth

Blind from my birth,Where flowers are springingI sit on earthAll dark.Hark! hark!A lark is singing.His notes are all for me,For me his mirth: -Till..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Bitter For Sweet

Summer is gone with all its roses,Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,Its warm air and refreshing showers:And even Autumn closes.Yea, Autumn's..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Bird Raptures

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,The moonrise wakes the nightingale.Come darkness, moonrise, everythingThat is so silent, sweet, and pale,Come, so..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Bird Or Beast?

Did any bird come flyingAfter Adam and Eve,When the door was shut against themAnd they sat down to grieve?I think not Eve's peacockSplendid to..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Beneath Thy Cross

Am 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..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Before The Paling Of The Stars

Before the winter morn,Before the earliest cock crow,Jesus Christ was born:Born in a stable,Cradled in a manger,In the world his hands had madeBorn a..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Beauty Is Vain

While roses are so red,While lilies are so white,Shall a woman exalt her faceBecause it gives delight?She's not so sweet as a rose,A lily's..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Baby Lies So Fast Asleep

Baby lies so fast asleepThat we cannot wake her:Will the angels clad in whiteFly from heaven to take her?Baby lies so fast asleepThat no pain can..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Baby Cry

Baby cry -Oh fie! -At the physic in the cup:Gulp it twiceAnd gulp it thrice,Baby gulp it up.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Autumn Violets

Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring:Of if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves,Let them lie hid in double shade of leaves,Their own..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Autumn

I dwell alone - I dwell alone, alone,Whilst full my river flows down to the sea,Gilded with flashing boatsThat bring no friend to me:O love-songs..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

At Home

When I was dead, my spirit turnedTo seek the much-frequented house:I passed the door, and saw my friendsFeasting beneath green orange boughs;From..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Another Spring

If I might see another SpringI'd not plant summer flowers and wait:I'd have my crocuses at onceMy leafless pink mezereons,My chill-veined snow-drops..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Angels At The Foot

Angels at the foot,And Angels at the head,And like a curly little lambMy pretty babe in bed.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

An October Garden

In my Autumn garden I was fainTo mourn among my scattered roses;Alas for that last rosebud which unclosesTo Autumn's languid sun and rainWhen all the..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

An End

Love, strong as Death, is dead.Come, let us make his bedAmong the dying flowers:A green turf at his head;And a stone at his feet,Whereon we may sitIn..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

An Emerald Is As Green As Grass

An emerald is as green as grass;A ruby red as blood;A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;A flint lies in the mud.A diamond is a brilliant stone,To..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

An Echo From Willowood

“Oh Ye, All Ye That Walk in Willowwood”Two gaz’d into a pool, he gaz’d and she,Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,Pale and reluctant on..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

An Apple-Gathering

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple treeAnd wore them all that evening in my hair:Then in due season when I went to seeI found no apples..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Amor Mundi

'Oh, where are you going with your love-locks flowingOn the west wind blowing along this valley track?''The downhill path is easy, come with me an'..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Amen

It is over. What is over?Nay, now much is over truly!—Harvest days we toiled to sow for;Now the sheaves are gathered newly,Now the wheat is garnered..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Aloof

THE irresponsive silence of the land,The irresponsive sounding of the sea,Speak both one message of one sense to me:--Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

All The Bells Were Ringing

All the bells were ringingAnd all the birds were singing,When Molly sat down cryingFor her broken doll:O you silly Moll!Sobbing and sighingFor a..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti