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").

Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush

Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, -Weave him a coffin of rush,Dig him a grave where the soft mosses..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Dead Hope

Hope new born one pleasant mornDied at even;Hope dead lives nevermore.No, not in heaven.If his shroud were but a cloudTo weep itself away;Or were he..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Dead Before Death

Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold,With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;This..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

De Profundis

Oh why is heaven built so far,Oh why is earth set so remote?I cannot reach the nearest starThat hangs afloat.I would not care to reach the moon,One..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Dancing On The Hill-Tops

Dancing on the hill-tops,Singing in the valleys,Laughing with the echoes,Merry little Alice.Playing games with lambkinsIn the flowering..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Currants On A Bush

Currants on a bush,And figs upon a stem,And cherries on a bending bough,And Ned to gather them.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary?

Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder:I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,While the snow..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed

Crimson curtains round my mother's bed,Silken soft as may be;Cool white curtains round about my bed,For I am but a baby.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Cousin Kate

I was a cottage maidenHardened by sun and airContented with my cottage mates,Not mindful I was fair.Why did a great lord find me out,And praise my..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Consider The Lilies Of The Field

Flowers preach to us if we will hear:—The rose saith in the dewy morn:I am most fair;Yet all my loveliness is bornUpon a thorn.The poppy saith amid..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Consider

ConsiderThe lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:—We are as they;Like them we fade away,As doth a leaf.ConsiderThe sparrows of the air of small..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Consider

ConsiderThe lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:—We are as they;Like them we fade away,As doth a leaf.ConsiderThe sparrows of the air of small..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul

I am pale with sick desire,For my heart is far awayFrom this world's fitful fireAnd this world's waning day;In a dream it overleapsA world of tedious..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Come Unto Me

Oh, for the time gone by, when thought of ChristMade His Yoke easy and His Burden light;When my heart stirred within me at the sightOf Altar spread..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Color

What is pink? a rose is pinkBy a fountain's brink.What is red? a poppy's redIn its barley bed.What is blue? the sky is blueWhere the clouds float..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Cobwebs

It is a land with neither night nor day,Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plainStretches thro' long..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Clouds

White sheep, white sheep,On a blue hill,When the wind stops,You all stand still.When the wind blows,You walk away slow.White sheep, white sheep,Where..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Clever Little Willie Wee

Clever little Willie wee,Bright-eyed, blue-eyed little fellow;Merry little MargeryWith her hair all yellow.Little Willie in his heartIs a sailor on..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christmas Eve

CHRISTMAS hath darknessBrighter than the blazing noon,Christmas hath a chillnessWarmer than the heat of June,Christmas hath a beautyLovelier than the..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christian And Jew

A Dialogue'Oh happy happy land!Angels like rushes standAbout the wells of light.'—'Alas, I have not eyes for this fair sight:Hold fast my hand.'—'As..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Child's Talk In April

I wish you were a pleasant wren,And I your small accepted mate;How we'd look down on toilsome men!We'd rise and go to bed at eightOr it may be not..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

By The Waters Of Babylon

Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone;The curse is come upon me, and I wasteIn penal torment powerless to atone.The curse is come on me, which..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

By The Sea

Why does the sea moan evermore?Shut out from heaven it makes its moan,It frets against the boundary shore;All earth's full rivers cannot fillThe sea..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk

Brownie, Brownie, let down your milkWhite as swansdown and smooth as silk,Fresh as dew and pure as snow:For I know where the cowslips blow,And you..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Brown And Furry

Brown and furryCaterpillar in a hurry,Take your walkTo the shady leaf, or stalk,Or what not,Which may be the chosen spot.No toad spy you,Hovering..

© Christina Georgina Rossetti