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").

If A Pig Wore A Wig

If a pig wore a wig,What could we say?Treat him as a gentleman,And say ‘Good day.’If his tail chanced to fail,What could we do? -Send him to the..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

If A Mouse Could Fly

If a mouse could fly,Or if a crow could swim,Or if a sprat could walk and talk,I’d like to be like him.If a mouse could fly,He might fly away;Or if a..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

If

If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day,O, what a day to-day would be!But now he's away, miles and miles awayFrom me across the sea.O little bird..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Planted A Hand

I planted a handAnd there came up a palm,I planted a heartAnd there came up balm.Then I planted a wish,But there sprang a thorn,While heaven frowned..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I loved you first: but afterwards your love

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier songAs drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.Which owes the other..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Know You Not

O Christ, the Vine with living Fruit,The twelvefold-fruited Tree of Life,The Balm in Gilead after strife,The valley Lily and the Rose;Stronger than..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Know A Baby, Such A Baby

I know a baby, such a baby, -Round blue eyes and cheeks of pink,Such an elbow furrowed with dimples,Such a wrist where creases sink.‘Cuddle and love..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Have But One Rose In The World

I have but one rose in the world,And my one rose stands a-drooping:Oh, when my single rose is deadThere'll be but thorns for stooping.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Have A Poll Parrot

I have a Poll parrot,And Poll is my doll,And my nurse is Polly,And my sister Poll.‘Polly!’ cried Polly,‘Don't tear Polly, dolly’ -While soft-hearted..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Have A Little Husband

I have a little husbandAnd he is gone to sea,The winds that whistle round his shipFly home to me.The winds that sigh about meReturn again to him;So I..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow

I dug and dug amongst the snow,And thought the flowers would never grow;I dug and dug amongst the sand,And still no green thing came to hand.Melt, O..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl

‘I dreamt I caught a little owlAnd the bird was blue -’‘But you may hunt for everAnd not find such a one.’‘I dreamt I set a sunflower,And red as..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Caught A Little Ladybird

I caught a little ladybirdThat flies far away;I caught a little lady wifeThat is both staid and gay.Come back, my scarlet ladybird,Back from far..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Am A King

I am a King,Or an Emperor rather,I wear crown-imperialAnd prince's-feather;Golden-rod is the sceptreI wield and wag,And a broad purple..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Hurt No Living Thing

Hurt no living thing:Ladybird, nor butterfly,Nor moth with dusty wing,Nor cricket chirping cheerily,Nor grasshopper so light of leap,Nor dancing..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

How Many Seconds In A Minute?

How many seconds in a minute?Sixty, and no more in it.How many minutes in an hour?Sixty for sun and shower.How many hours in a day?Twenty-four for..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen,I'll not pelt you with stick or stone:Your cap is laced and your coat is green;Good bye, we'll let each other..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Hop-O'-My-Thumb And Little Jack Horner

Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner,What do you mean by tearing and fighting?Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner,I never caught him growling..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Hope Is Like A Harebell Trembling From Its Birth

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,Love is like..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Holy Innocents

Sleep, little Baby, sleep,The holy Angels love thee,And guard thy bed, and keepA blessed watch above thee.No spirit can come nearNor evil beast to..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose

Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.All loveliness new-bornTook on her bosom its repose,And slept and woke there..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Heartsease In My Garden Bed

Heartsease in my garden bed,With sweetwilliam white and red,Honeysuckle on my wall: -Heartsease blossoms in my heartWhen sweet William comes to..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Heart’s Chill Between

I did not chide him, though I knewThat he was false to me.Chide the exhaling of the dew,The ebbing of the sea,The fading of a rosy hue,—But not..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Hear What The Mournful Linnets Say

Hear what the mournful linnets say:‘We built our nest compact and warm,But cruel boys came round our wayAnd took our summerhouse by storm.‘They..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Grown And Flown

I loved my love from green of SpringUntil sere Autumn's fall;But now that leaves are witheringHow should one love at all?One heart's too smallFor..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti