I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on... Christina Rossetti More Quotes by Christina Rossetti More Quotes From Christina Rossetti Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Christina Rossetti journeydoewind What is green? The grass is green, Christina Rossetti flowertwilightsummer What is pink? A rose is pink Christina Rossetti fountainrose O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea. Christina Rossetti shallowlordsea Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white. Christina Rossetti lilieswhite The lilies say: Behold how we Christina Rossetti liliespreachingpurity Obedience is the fruit of faith; Christina Rossetti fruitobediencetree Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note") Christina Rossetti long-agokeyssong There is no time like Spring Christina Rossetti trackjourneyspring Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth. Christina Rossetti memorableroselove-is 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 sisterfamilycheer The Bourne Underneath the growing grass, Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers: There we shall not count the hours By the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain, Beauty reckoned of no worth: There a very little girth Can hold round what once the earth Seemed too narrow to contain. Christina Rossetti shadowflowerlife The rose saith in the dewy morn, Christina Rossetti fairsbornrose Come to me in the silence of the night, Christina Rossetti eyedreammemories I have a room whereinto no one enters Christina Rossetti thronesblessedmemories The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all. Christina Rossetti castsparadiserooms For I am bound with fleshly bands, Christina Rossetti hopeheartlying Gone were but the Winter, Christina Rossetti winterspringsweet And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying. Christina Rossetti sweetwinddeath Born in a stable, Christina Rossetti christmashandsworld
