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").
Bride Song
From 'The Prince's Progress'TOO late for love, too late for joy,Too late, too late!You loiter'd on the road too long,You trifled at the gate:The..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Bread And Milk For Breakfast
Bread and milk for breakfast,And woollen frocks to wear,And a crumb for robin redbreastOn the cold days of the year.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Boats Sail On The Rivers
Boats sail on the rivers,And ships sail on the seas;But clouds that sail across the skyAre prettier far than these.There are bridges on the rivers,As..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Blind From My Birth
Blind from my birth,Where flowers are springingI sit on earthAll dark.Hark! hark!A lark is singing.His notes are all for me,For me his mirth: -Till..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Bitter For Sweet
Summer is gone with all its roses,Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,Its warm air and refreshing showers:And even Autumn closes.Yea, Autumn's..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Bird Raptures
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,The moonrise wakes the nightingale.Come darkness, moonrise, everythingThat is so silent, sweet, and pale,Come, so..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Bird Or Beast?
Did any bird come flyingAfter Adam and Eve,When the door was shut against themAnd they sat down to grieve?I think not Eve's peacockSplendid to..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Beneath Thy Cross
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,And yet not weep?Not so..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Before The Paling Of The Stars
Before the winter morn,Before the earliest cock crow,Jesus Christ was born:Born in a stable,Cradled in a manger,In the world his hands had madeBorn a..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
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