170 Quotes by Christina Rossetti

The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.

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.

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit...

A pin has a head, but has no hair

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Brings longest day; In scorched July The storm-clouds fly, Lightning-torn; August bears corn, September fruit; In rough October Earth must disrobe her; Stars fall and shoot In keen November; And night is long And cold is strong In bleak December.

The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity.

Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.

As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore.