Quotes by Christina Rossetti

“Good folk, I have no coin,To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse,I have no silver either,And all my gold is on the furzeThat shakes in windy weatherAbove the rusy heather.”

“Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,Laura bow'd her head to hear,Lizzie veil'd her blushes:Crouching close togetherIn the cooling weather,With clasping arms and cautioning lips,With tingli...”

“Who shall tell the lady's griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed o'er her, beloved for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that day?”

“And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying”

“O cousin Kate, my love was true,Your love was writ in sand:If he had fooled not me but you,If you had stood where i stand,He'd not have won me with his love,Nor bought me with his land;I would have...”

“Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.”

“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.”

“Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.”

“Obedience is the fruit of faith.”

“Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.”

“My heart is like a singing bird.”

“Yet if you should forget me for a whileAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve:For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of thoughts that I once had,Better by far you should forget and smile...”

“Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes work never begun.”

“The sea hath no king but God alone.”

“Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.”

“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.”

“Ah me, but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?”

“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 a...”

“Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes work never begun.”

“Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.”