Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossettiwas an English poet who wrote a variety of romantic, devotional, and children's poems. She is famous for writing Goblin Market and Remember, and the words of the Christmas carol In the Bleak Midwinter...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 December 1830
eyes facts might plain since turn
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, ''Where? What?'' and turn away.
bring christmas wise
What can I give him,Poor as I am?If I were a shepherd,I would bring a lamb;If I were a wise man,I would do my part;Yet what I can I give himGive my heart.
hope
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
far forget smile
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
wake
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
family sister cheer
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
calm cheer fetch friend goes lift stormy strengthen tedious whilst
For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
journey wind way
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
song sweet
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
garden cities house
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower
inspirational country nature
One day in the country Is worth a month in town
fields lilies mortality
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
land gone-away remember
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
heart dear-lord lovely
It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.