27 Quotes by Christina Georgina Rossetti

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

Let bygones be bygones.

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.

Hurt no living thing:Ladybird, nor butterfly,Nor moth with dusty wing,

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.

What is red? a poppy's red / In its barley bed.

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.

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.

Last of all, December, / The year's sands nearly run, / Speeds on the shortest day, / Curtails the sun;