Christina Georgina Rossetti: Всі вірші поета

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A Linnet In A Gilded Cage

A linnet in a gilded cage, -

A linnet on a bough, -

In frosty winter one might doubt

Which bird is luckier now.

But let the trees burst out in leaf,

And nests be on the bough,

Which linnet is the luckier bird,

Oh who could doubt it now?

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Portrait

She gave up beauty in her tender youth,

Gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways;

She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze

On vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

Harsh towards herself, towards others full of ruth,

Servant of servants, little known to praise,

Long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days:

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

The Thread Of Life

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, so stand

Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band

Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;

But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Better Ressurection

I have no wit, no words, no tears;

My heart within me like a stone

Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.

Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief

No everlasting hills I see;

My life is in the falling leaf:

O Jesus, quicken me.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Song I

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

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Daughter Of Eve

A fool I was to sleep at noon,

And wake when night is chilly

Beneath the comfortless cold moon;

A fool to pluck my rose too soon,

A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;

Faded and all-forsaken,

I weep as I have never wept:

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak mid-winter

Long ago.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Echo

Come 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,

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Sappho

I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh

When the dull day is passing by.

I sigh at evening, and again

I sigh when night brings sleep to men.

Oh! it were far better to die

Than thus forever mourn and sigh,

And in death's dreamless sleep to be

Unconscious that none weep for me;

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Royal Princess

I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,

Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,

For all I shine so like the sun, and am purple like the west.

Two and two my guards behind, two and two before,

Two and two on either hand, they guard me evermore;

Me, poor dove, that must not coo—eagle that must not soar.

All my fountains cast up perfumes, all my gardens grow

Scented woods and foreign spices, with all flowers in blow

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Twilight Calm

Oh, pleasant eventide!

Clouds on the western side

Grow grey and greyer, hiding the warm sun:

The bees and birds, their happy labours done,

Seek their close nests and bide.

Screened in the leafy wood

The stock-doves sit and brood:

The very squirrel leaps from bough to bough

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Winter: My Secret

I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:

Perhaps some day, who knows?

But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,

And you're too curious: fie!

You want to hear it? well:

Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.

Or, after all, perhaps there's none:

Suppose there is no secret after all,

by Christina Georgina Rossetti