Christina Georgina Rossetti Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old Christina Georgina Rossetti quotes, Christina Georgina Rossetti sayings, and Christina Georgina Rossetti proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.

Let bygones be bygones. Christina Georgina Rossetti
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 Georgina Rossetti
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing, Christina Georgina Rossetti
Herself a rose, who bore the Rose, / She bore the Rose and felt its thorn. / All loveliness new-born / Took on her bosom its repose, / And slept and woke there night and morn. Christina Georgina Rossetti
What is red? a poppy's red / In its barley bed. Christina Georgina Rossetti
There is but one May in the year, / And sometimes May is wet and cold; / There is but one May in the year / Before the year grows old. Christina Georgina Rossetti
Yet though it be the chilliest May, / With least of sun and most of showers, / ts wind and dew, its night and day, / Bring up the flowers. Christina Georgina Rossetti
Last of all, December, / The year's sands nearly run, / Speeds on the shortest day, / Curtails the sun; Christina Georgina Rossetti
I cannot tell you how it was, / But this I know: it came to pass / Upon a bright and sunny day / When May was young; ah, pleasant May! Christina Georgina Rossetti
I cannot tell you what it was, / But this I know: it did but pass. / It passed away with sunny May, / Like all sweet things it passed away, / And left me old, and cold, and gray. Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love me - I love you, / Love me, my baby / Sing it high, sing it low / Sing it as may be. Christina Georgina Rossetti
If hope grew on a bush / And joy grew on a tree / What a nosegay for the plucking There would be! Christina Georgina Rossetti
A baby's cradle with no baby in it/ A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere/ The sweet soul gathered home to paradise /The body waiting here. Christina Georgina Rossetti
I know a baby, such a baby / Round blue eyes and cheeks of pink / Such an elbow furrowed with dimples / Such a wrist where creases sink / ‘Cuddle and love me, cuddle and love me’/ Crows the mouth of coral pink / Oh, the bald head, and, oh, the sweet lips / And, oh, the sleepy eyes that wink! Christina Georgina Rossetti
Rejoicing in the sun: / That when my time is run / And daylight too, / I so might rest once more / Cool with refreshing dew. Christina Georgina Rossetti
A ring upon her finger, walks the bride, with the bridegroom tall and handsome at her side. Christina Georgina Rossetti
For careless joys, yet it's I who wear the ring. Christina Georgina Rossetti
The peacock has a score of eyes, With which he cannot see; The cod-fish has a silent sound. Christina Georgina Rossetti
The peach tree on the southern wall / Has basked so long beneath the sun, / Her score of peaches great and small / Bloom rosy, every one. Christina Georgina Rossetti
Shed petals white or pink, / Plum-trees and peach-trees; / While sharp showers sink and sink. Christina Georgina Rossetti
Hung on laden orange-trees, whose shadowed foliage is the foil to golden lamps and oranges. Christina Georgina Rossetti
O wind, where have you been, / That you blow so sweet? Christina Georgina Rossetti
‘Cuddle and love me, cuddle and love me,’ / Crows the mouth of coral pink: / Oh, the bald head, and, oh, the sweet lips, / And, oh, the sleepy eyes that wink! Christina Georgina Rossetti
Blind from my birth, / Where flowers are springing / I sit on earth / All dark. Christina Georgina Rossetti
What is pink? a rose is pink / By a fountain's brink. / What is red? a poppy's red / In its barley bed. / What is blue? the sky is blue / Where the clouds float thro' / What is white? a swan is white / Sailing in the light. / What is yellow? pears are yellow, / Rich and ripe and mellow. / 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 Georgina Rossetti