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").

Love Came Down At Christmas

Love came down at Christmas,Love all lovely, love divine;Love was born at Christmas,Star and angels gave the sign.Worship we the Godhead,Love..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine?

Lord Jesus, who would think that I am Thine?Ah, who would thinkWho sees me ready to turn back or sink,That Thou art mine?I cannot hold Thee fast..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Long Barren

Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,My God, for me;Though I till now be barren, now at lengthLord, give me strengthTo bring forth fruit to..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Light Love

'Oh, sad thy lot before I came,But sadder when I go;My presence but a flash of flame,A transitory glowBetween two barren wastes like snow.What wilt..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Life And Death

Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweetTo shut our eyes and die:Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart byWith flitting butterfly,Nor..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

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