Top 100 Christina Rossetti Quotes
#1. I have no heart?
Perhaps I have not;
But then you're mad to take offence
That I don't give you what I have not got:
Use your own common sense.
Christina Rossetti
#2. Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?
Christina Rossetti
#4. It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.
Christina Rossetti
#5. The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Christina Rossetti
#7. The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.
Christina Rossetti
#8. O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
Christina Rossetti
#9. To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
Christina Rossetti
#11. I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
Christina Rossetti
#14. O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.
Christina Rossetti
#15. O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.
Christina Rossetti
#16. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti
#17. I watched a rose-bud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then when I thought it should be strong
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at even-song.
Christina Rossetti
#18. Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,
And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:
'Time is short, life is short,' they took up the tale:
'Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while you may;
Love is sweet, and to-morrow may fail;
Love is sweet, use to-day.
Christina Rossetti
#19. For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track.
Christina Rossetti
#20. 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
#22. Christmas hath a darkness;
Brighter than the blazing noon;
Christmas hath a chillness
Warmer than the heat of June,
Christmas hath a beauty
Lovelier than the world can show:
For Christmas bringeth Jesus,
Brought for us so low
Christina Rossetti
#23. Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one thank.
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#24. Come to me in the silence of the night,
Come to me 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.
Christina Rossetti
#25. Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.
Christina Rossetti
#26. As a tree my sin stands
To darken all lands;
Death is the fruit it bore.
Christina Rossetti
#29. The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower
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#30. Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy
Christina Rossetti
#31. 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
#33. I charge you at the Judgement make it plain,
My love of you was life and not a breath.
Christina Rossetti
#35. He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
Christina Rossetti
#36. Obedience is the fruit of faith;
patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.
Christina Rossetti
#37. This life is but the passage of a day,
This life is but a pang and all is over;
But in the life to come which fades not away
Every love shall abide and every lover.
Christina Rossetti
#38. Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet?
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#39. Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
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#40. Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
Christina Rossetti
#41. Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.
Christina Rossetti
#42. Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
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#43. 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 furze
That shakes in windy weather
Above the rusy heather.
Christina Rossetti
#44. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
Christina Rossetti
#45. What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb.
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part.
Yet what can I give Him?
I give Him my heart.
Christina Rossetti
#46. Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Christina Rossetti
#47. There is no time like Spring
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track.
Christina Rossetti
#50. Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.
Christina Rossetti
#51. Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti
#55. For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Christina Rossetti
#58. A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.
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#59. Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Christina Rossetti
#61. Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.
Christina Rossetti
#62. 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.
Christina Rossetti
#63. Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:
We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
Christina Rossetti
#64. We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
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#65. I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.
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#66. My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
Christina Rossetti
#67. Give me the lowest place: not that I dare
Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died
That I might live and share
Thy glory by Thy side.
Give me the lowest place: of if for me
That lowest place too high, make one more low
Where I may sit and see
My God and love Thee so.
Christina Rossetti
#68. I have a room whereinto no one enters
Save I myself alone:
There sits a blessed memory on a throne,
There my life centres.
Christina Rossetti
#69. What is green? The grass is green,
With small flowers between.
What is violet? Clouds are violet
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? Why, an orange,
Just an orange!
Christina Rossetti
#70. Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;
Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.
Christina Rossetti
#71. It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
Christina Rossetti
#73. I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?
Christina Rossetti
#74. 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.
Christina Rossetti
#77. For all night long I dreamed of you:
I woke and prayed against my will, Then slept to dream of you again.
Christina Rossetti
#78. In the bleak midwinter
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 midwinter,
Long ago.
Christina Rossetti
#79. To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.
Christina Rossetti
#83. The rose saith in the dewy morn,
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.
Christina Rossetti
#84. I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.
Christina Rossetti
#86. Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
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#87. Where there are no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.
Christina Rossetti
#88. Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world His hands have made,
Born a stranger.
Christina Rossetti
#90. Who shall tell the lady's grief
When her Cat was past relief?
Who shall number the hot tears
Shed o'er her, beloved for years?
Who shall say the dark dismay
Which her dying caused that day?
Christina Rossetti
#91. Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.
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#92. Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
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#96. All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.
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#97. I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
Christina Rossetti
#98. Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace,
Grant me. Father, a servant's place.
Christina Rossetti
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