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").
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
After This The Judgement
As eager homebound traveller to the goal,Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,Or martyr panting for an aureole,My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
After Death
The curtains were half drawn, the floor was sweptAnd strewn with rushes, rosemary and mayLay thick upon the bed on which I lay,Where through the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Advent
This Advent moon shines cold and clear,These Advent nights are long;Our lamps have burned year after yearAnd still their flame is strong.'Watchman..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A Year’s Windfalls
On the wind of JanuaryDown flits the snow,Travelling from the frozen NorthAs cold as it can blow.Poor robin redbreast,Look where he comes;Let him in..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A White Hen Sitting
A white hen sittingOn white eggs three:Next, three speckled chickensAs plump as plump can be.An owl, and a hawk,And a bat come to see:But chicks..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A Triad
Three sang of love together: one with lipsCrimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow,Flushed to the yellow hair and finger-tips;And one there sang who..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A Toadstool Comes Up In A Night
A toadstool comes up in a night, -Learn the lesson, little folk: -An oak grows on a hundred years,But then it is an oak.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A Testimony
I said of laughter: it is vain.Of mirth I said: what profits it?Therefore I found a book, and writTherein how ease and also pain,How health and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti