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").
Lie A-Bed
Lie a-bed,Sleepy head,Shut up eyes, bo-peep;Till daybreakNever wake: -Baby, sleep.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the roadAnd the sun has set for meI want no rites in a gloom filled roomWhy cry for a soul set free?Miss me a little, but..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Later Life
Something this foggy day, a something whichIs neither of this fog nor of today,Has set me dreaming of the winds that playPast certain cliffs, along..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Last Night
Where 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..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Lady Maggie
You 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..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
L. E. L.
'Whose heart was breaking for a little love.'Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all;But in my solitary room aboveI turn my face in silence to..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Kookoorookoo! Kookoorookoo!
‘Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!’Crows the cock before the morn;‘Kikirikee! kikirikee!’Roses in the east are born.‘Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!’Early..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Jesus, Do I Love Thee?
Jesus, do I love Thee?Thou art far above me,Seated out of sightHid in Heavenly LightOf most highest height.Martyred hosts implore Thee,Seraphs fall..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
January Cold Desolate
January cold desolate;February all dripping wet;March wind ranges;April changes;Birds sing in tuneTo flowers of May,And sunny JuneBrings longest..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Is The Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale
Is the moon tired? she looks so paleWithin her misty veil:She scales the sky from east to west,And takes no rest.Before the coming of the nightThe..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Is It Well With The Child?
SAFE where I cannot die yet,Safe where I hope to lie too,Safe from the fume and the fret;You, and you,Whom I never forget.Safe from the frost and the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Introspective
I wish it were over the terrible pain,Pang after pang again and again;First the shattering ruining blow,Then the probing steady and slow.Did I wince?..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In The Willow Shade
I sat beneath a willow tree,Where water falls and calls;While fancies upon fancies solaced me,Some true, and some were false.Who set their heart upon..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In The Round Tower At Jhansi
A hundred, a thousand to one; even so;Not a hope in the world remained:The swarming howling wretches belowGained and gained and gained.Skene looked..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In The Meadow - What In The Meadow?
In the meadow - what in the meadow?Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,And fairy rings for the children's feetIn the meadow.In the garden - what in..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In The Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,In the bleak..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In Progress
Ten years ago it seemed impossibleThat she should ever grow so calm as this,With self-remembrance in her warmest kissAnd dim dried eyes like an..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In An Artist's Studio
One face looks out from all his canvases,One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:We found her hidden just behind those screens,That mirror gave..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If The Sun Could Tell Us Half
If the sun could tell us halfThat he hears and sees,Sometimes he would make us laugh,Sometimes make us cry:Think of all the birds that makeHomes..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If The Moon Came From Heaven
If the moon came from heaven,Talking all the way,What could she have to tell us,And what could she say?‘I've seen a hundred pretty things,And seen a..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If Stars Dropped Out Of Heaven
If stars dropped out of heaven,And if flowers took their place,The sky would still look very fair,And fair earth's face.Winged angels might fly down..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If Only
If I might only love my God and die!But now He bids me love Him and live on,Now when the bloom of all my life is gone,The pleasant half of life has..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If I Were A Queen
If I were a Queen,What would I do?I’d make you King,And I’d wait on you.If I were a King,What would I do?I’d make you Queen,For I’d marry you.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If Hope Grew On A Bush
If hope grew on a bush,And joy grew on a tree,What a nosegay for the pluckingThere would be!But oh! in windy autumn,When frail flowers wither,What..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If All Were Rain And Never Sun
If all were rain and never sun,No bow could span the hill;If all were sun and never rain,There’d be no rainbow still.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti