Christina Rossetti

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.

— Christina Rossetti

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?From morn to night, my friend.

— Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing birdWhose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

— Christina Rossetti

The birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me.

— Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,And if thou wilt, forget.

— Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land.

— Christina Rossetti

Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.

— Christina Rossetti

For there is no friend like a sisterTo strengthen whilst one stands.

— Christina Rossetti

Oh roses for the flush of youth,Grown old before my time.

— Christina Rossetti

In the bleak mid-winterLong ago.

— Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?The wind is passing by.

— Christina Rossetti

Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,Sleeping at last.

— Christina Rossetti

I have no heart? Perhaps I have not; / But then you're mad to take offense / That I don't give you what I have not got; / Use your own common sense.

— Christina Rossetti

For if the darkness and corruption leave

— Christina Rossetti

I lock my door upon myself,

— Christina Rossetti

A fool I was to sleep at noon,

— Christina Rossetti

Promise me no promises,

— Christina Rossetti

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

— Christina Rossetti

Morning and evening

— Christina Rossetti

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.

— Christina Rossetti

Who shall tell the lady's grief

— Christina Rossetti

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

— Christina Rossetti

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,

— Christina Rossetti

He feeds upon her face by day and night,

— Christina Rossetti

I weep as I have never wept:

— Christina Rossetti

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

— Christina Rossetti

Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,

— Christina Rossetti