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10 thoughts on “Christina Rossetti

  1. says:

    So I confess I had hoped to savour these probably as I should ve done but aah once I started reading them I couldn t stop They were all so moving and effective and beautifully composed I definitely need to read of her poetry and learn about her Definitely the book I needed to read to pull me back into my love of poetry.Full review to come.


  2. says:

    Rossetti is definitely my new favorite poet I love her style, especially the feeling of motion and energy and life in her use of participles and her use of nature Many of her religious poems were especially reflective and powerful.


  3. says:

    Shadow, shadow on the wallSpread thy shelter over me Wrap me with a heavy pall,With the dark that none may see.Fold thyself around me come Shut out all the troublesomeNoise of life I would be dumb.Shadow thou hast reached my feet,Rise and cover up my head Be my stainless winding sheet,Buried before I am dead.Lay thy cool upon my breast Once I thought that joy was best,Now I only care for rest.By the grating of my cellSings a solitary bird Sweeter than the vesper bell,Sweetest song was ever heard.Sing upon thy living tree Happy echoes answer thee,Happy songster, sing to me.When my yellow hair was curledThough men saw and called me fair,I was weary in the worldFull of vanity and care.Gold was left behind, curls shornWhen I came here that same mornMade a bride no gems adorn.Here wrapped in my spotless veil,Curtained from intruding eyes,I whom prayers and fasts turn paleWait the flush of Paradise But the vigil is so longMy heart sickens sing thy song,Blithe bird that canst do no wrong.Sing on, making me forgetPresent sorrow and past sin.Sing a little longer yet Soon the matins will begin And I must turn back againTo that aching worse than painI must bear and not complain.Sing, that in thy song I mayDream myself once a childIn the green woods far awayPlucking clematis and wildHyacinths, till pleasure grewTired, yet so was pleasure too,Resting with no work to do.In the thickest of the wood,I remember, long agoHow a stately oak tree stood,With a sluggish pool belowAlmost shadowed out of sight.On the waters dark as night,Water lilies lay like light.There, while yet a child, I thoughtI could live as in a dream,Secret, neither found nor sought Till the lilies on the stream,Pure as virgin purity, Would seem scarce too pure for me Ah, but that can never be


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    EchoCome to me in the silence of the night Come in the speaking silence of a dream Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream Come back in tears,O memory, hope, love of finished years.Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow doorThat opening, letting in, lets out no .Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again tho cold in death Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath Speak low, lean low,As long ago, my love, how long ago.RememberRemember me when I am gone awayGone far away into the silent land When you can no hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay Remember me when no day by day You tell me of our future that you plann d Only remember me you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.


  5. says:

    This time I actually read the whole book Before I gave this a star rating without actually reading the whole thing Still, this is five stars I really love Christina Rossetti s poems Whether they are religious, spiritual, fairy tale, or moving, Rossetti is a great poet I believe She s no Dante, Shakespeare, or Milton, meaning, she isn t complex, but she is still one of my favorite poets I see I could have gotten her complete poems awhile back, but I think a section is just as good This has her famous poem Goblin Market and among others that are just as good I think I should note some of her poems are appropriate for children and others are better to read to older children, or, you can read them as an adult.


  6. says:

    I really loved these poems Varied styles, not terribly complex, but evocative and moving nonetheless.


  7. says:

    I have loved Christina Rossetti s poems for years I picked this volume up from the library on impulse as I have not read any of her work for a while It was nice to re read some old favourites like Cousin Kate, Echo, Song When I am dead my dearest , Goblin Market and Remember.What I liked about this volume was that it included of her religious poetry than other selected poems editions that I have read I found a new one to add to my list of favourites Who shall deliver me Recommended.


  8. says:

    Tempus FugitLovely Spring,A brief sweet thing,Is swift on the wing Gracious Summer,A slow sweet comer,Hastens past Autumn while sweetIs all incompleteWith a moaning blast, Nothing can last,Can be cleaved unto,Can be dwelt upon It is hurried through,It is come and gone,Undone it cannot be done,It is ever to do,Ever old, ever new,Ever waxing oldAnd lapsing to Winter cold.


  9. says:

    A very fine Christian poet.


  10. says:

    from Sing SongWhat are heavy sea sand and sorrow What are brief today and tomorrow What are frail Spring blossoms and youth What are deep the ocean and truth.


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