Quotes by Christina Rossetti

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 furzeThat shakes in windy weatherAbove the rusy heather.

Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,Laura bowd her head to hear,Lizzie veild her blushes:Crouching close togetherIn the cooling weather,With clasping arms and cautioning lips,With tingling cheeks and fingertips.lie close, Laura said,Pricking up her golden head:We must not look at Goblin men,We must not buy their fruits:who knows upon the soil they fedTheir hungry thirsty roots?Come buy, call the GoblinsHobbling down the glen

Who shall tell the ladys griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed oer her, beloved for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that day?

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

O cousin Kate, my love was true,Your love was writ in sand:If he had fooled not me but you,If you had stood where i stand,Hed not have won me with his love,Nor bought me with his land;I would have spit into his faceAnd not have taken his hand.Yet I have a gift you have not got,And seem not like to get:For all your clothes and wedding-ringIve little doubt you fret.My fair-haired son, my shame, my pride,Cling closer, closer yet:Your father would give lands for oneto wear his coronet

Yet if you should forget me for a whileAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve:For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of thoughts that I once had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.

Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes work never begun.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

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.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

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.

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

“Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine. ”