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Christina Rossetti brit

1830. december 5. (London) – 1894. december 29. (London)

Tudástár · 14 kapcsolódó alkotó · 2 kapcsolódó könyv

Teljes névChristina Georgina Rossetti
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Képek 1

Könyvei 7

Christina Rossetti: Goblin Market
Christina Rossetti: Goblin Market and Other Poems
Christina Rossetti: Selected poems of Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti: Poems and Prose
Christina Rossetti: The Face of the Deep
Christina Rossetti: Selected Poems
Christina Rossetti: Complete Poems

Antológiák 11

Baranyi Ferenc (szerk.): Rád gondolok
Dornbach Mária – Szász Elizabeth (szerk.): Tavirózsa kisasszony
Kosztolányi Dezső (szerk.): Idegen költők
Somlyó György (szerk.): Szonett, aranykulcs
Katona Tamás (szerk.): A szépség lányai
Török Sophie – Kótzián Katalin (szerk.): Költőnők antológiája
Paul Driver (szerk.): Victorian Poetry
Carol Ann Duffy (szerk.): To the Moon
Daisy Goodwin (szerk.): The Nation's Favourite Love Poems
Ann Vandermeer – Jeff Vandermeer (szerk.): The Big Book of Classic Fantasy

Róla szóló könyvek 2

Georgina Battiscombe: Christina Rossetti
Tess Cosslett (szerk.): Victorian Women Poets

Népszerű idézetek

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Sometimes I said: It is an empty name
I long for; to a name why should I give
The peace of all the days I have to live? –
Yet gave it all the same.

25. oldal, A Pause of Thought

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Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose the world's delight;
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

53. oldal, Nursery Rhymes from Sing-Song

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Song ('When I am dead, my dearest')

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet:
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

23. oldal

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Sweet Death

The sweetest blossoms die.
And so it was that, going day by day
Unto the Church to praise and pray,
And crossing the green churchyard thoughtfully,
I saw how on the graves the flowers
Shed their fresh leaves in showers,
And how their perfume rose up to the sky
Before it passed away.

The youngest blossoms die.
They die, and fall and nourish the rich earth
From which they lately had their birth;
Sweet life, but sweeter death that passeth by
And is as though it had not been:—
All colors turn to green:
The bright hues vanish and the odours fly,
The grass hath lasting worth.

And youth and beauty die.
So be it, O my God, Thou God of truth:
Better than beauty and than youth
Are Saints and Angels, a glad company;
And Thou, O lord, our Rest and Ease,
Are better far than these.
Why should we shrink from our full harvest? why
Prefer to glean with Ruth?

26. oldal

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The pleasure I remember, it is past;
The pain I feel, is passing passing by;
Thus all the world is passing, and thus I:
All things that cannot last
Have grown familiar, and are born to die.

39. oldal (An Old-World Thicket; részlet)

Ligeia>!

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose the world's delight;
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

53. oldal (Nursery Rhymes from Sing-Song)

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Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

21-22. oldal

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A Dirge

Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.

Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
You should have died at the apples’ dropping,
When the grasshopper comes to trouble,
And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,
And all winds go sighing
For sweet things dying.

45. oldal