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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

De Profundis

Oh why is heaven built so far,
        Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
        That hangs afloat.
 
I would not care to reach the moon,
        One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
        Beyond my range.
 
I never watch the scatter’d fire
        Of stars, or sun’s far—trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
        And all in vain:
 
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
        Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
        And catch at hope.

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Altre opere di Christina Georgina Rossetti...
At Home

When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much—frequented house: I passed the door, and saw my frie… Feasting beneath green orange boug… From hand to hand they pushed the…
The Horses of the Sea

The horses of the sea Rear a foaming crest, But the horses of the land Serve us the best. The horses of the land
Roses Blushing Red and White

Roses blushing red and white, For delight; Honeysuckle wreaths above, For love; Dim sweet—scented heliotrope,
A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break

I will accept thy will to do and b… Thy hatred and intolerance of sin, Thy will at least to love, that bu… And thirsteth after Me: So will I render fruitful, blessi…
In the Willow Shade

I sat beneath a willow tree, Where water falls and calls; While fancies upon fancies solaced… Some true, and some were false. Who set their heart upon a hope
Mother Shake the Cherry-Tree

Mother shake the cherry—tree, Susan catch a cherry; Oh how funny that will be, Let’s be merry! One for brother, one for sister,
Twilight Night

We met, hand to hand, We clasped hands close and fast, As close as oak and ivy stand; But it is past: Come day, come night, day comes at…
In an Artist's Studio

One face looks out from all his ca… One selfsame figure sits or walks… We found her hidden just behind th… That mirror gave back all her love… A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
Song: Requiem

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me
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A Christmas Carol

In the bleak mid—winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
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Summer

Winter is cold—hearted Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weather—cock Blown every way: Summer days for me
Double East Yorkshire, by David Hockney
Color

What is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain’s brink. What is red? a poppy’s red In its barley bed. What is blue? the sky is blue
Long Barren

Thou who didst hang upon a barren… My God, for me; Though I till now be barren, now… Lord, give me strength To bring forth fruit to Thee.
Bird Raptures

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing… The moonrise wakes the nightingale… Come darkness, moonrise, everythin… That is so silent, sweet, and pale… Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
Heartsease in my Garden Bed

Heartsease in my garden bed, With sweetwilliam white and red, Honeysuckle on my wall: — Heartsease blossoms in my heart When sweet William comes to call,



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