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").
The Hour And The Ghost
BRIDEO love, love, hold me fast,He draws me away from thee;I cannot stem the blast,Nor the cold strong sea:Far away a light shinesBeyond the hills..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Symbols
I watched a rosebud very longBrought on by dew and sun and shower,Waiting to see the perfect flower:Then, when I thought it should be strong,It..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Swift And Sure The Swallow
Swift and sure the swallow,Slow and sure the snail:Slow and sure may miss his way,Swift and sure may fail.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sweet Death
The sweetest blossoms die.And so it was that, going day by dayUnto the church to praise and pray,And crossing the green churchyard thoughtfully,I saw..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Summer Is Ended
To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose,Scentless, colourless, this!Will it ever be thus (who knows?)Thus with our bliss,If we wait till..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Summer
Winter is cold-heartedSpring is yea and nay,Autumn is a weather-cockBlown every way:Summer days for meWhen every leaf is on its tree;When Robin's not..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Stroke A Flint
Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire:Strike a flint, and forthwith flash out sparks of fire.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Spring Quiet
Gone were but the Winter,Come were but the Spring,I would go to a covertWhere the birds sing;Where in the whitethornSingeth a thrush,And a robin..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Spring
Frost-locked all the winter,Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,What shall make their sap ascendThat they may put forth shoots?Tips of tender..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sound Sleep
Some are laughing, some are weeping;She is sleeping, only sleeping.Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;There the wind is heaping..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sonnets Are Full Of Love
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tomeHas many sonnets: so here now shall beOne sonnet more, a love sonnet, from meTo her whose heart is my..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Songs In A Cornfield
A song in a cornfieldWhere corn begins to fall,Where reapers are reaping,Reaping one, reaping all.Sing pretty Lettice,Sing Rachel, sing May;Only..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Song V
Two doves upon the selfsame branch,Two lilies on a single stem,Two butterflies upon one flower:—Oh happy they who look on them.Who look upon them..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Song Iv
Oh roses for the flush of youth,And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for meGrown old before my time.Oh violets for the grave of..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Song Iii
She sat and sang alwayBy the green margin of a stream,Watching the fishes leap and playBeneath the glad sunbeam. I sat and wept alwayBeneath the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Song Ii
Oh roses for the flush of youth,And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for meGrown old before my time. Oh violets for the grave of..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Song
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
Somewhere Or Other
Somewhere or other there must surely beThe face not seen, the voice not heard,The heart that not yet - never yet - ah me!Made answer to my..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sleeping At Last
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sing Me A Song
Sing me a song -What shall I sing? -Three merry sistersDancing in a ring,Light and fleet upon their feetAs birds upon the wing.Tell me a tale -What..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, -The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Shut Out
The door was shut. I looked betweenIts iron bars; and saw it lie,My garden, mine, beneath the sky,Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:From bough..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She's Such A Senseless Wooden Thing
She stares the livelong day;Her wig of gold is stiff and coldAnd cannot change to grey.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Shall I Forget?
Shall I forget on this side of the grave?I promise nothing: you must wait and seePatient and brave.(O my soul, watch with him and he with me.)Shall I..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Seldom ‘can'T’
Seldom ‘can't,’Seldom ‘don't’;Never ‘shan't,’Never ‘won't.’
© Christina Georgina Rossetti