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A Summer Wish

A Summer Wish

Live all thy sweet life through,
Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,
Drop down thine evening dew
To gather it anew
When day is bright:
I fancy thou wast meant
Chiefly to give delight.


Sing in the silent sky,
Glad soaring bird;
Sing out thy notes on high
To sunbeam straying by
Or passing cloud;
Heedless if thou art heard
Sing thy full song aloud.


Oh that it were with me
As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree
For butterfly and bee
Its summer morns:
That I might bloom mine hour
A rose in spite of thorns.


Oh that my work were done
As birds' that soar
Rejoicing in the sun:
That when my time is run
And daylight too,
I so might rest once more
Cool with refreshing dew.
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A Royal Princess

A Royal Princess

I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,
Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,
For all I shine so like the sun, and am purple like the west.


Two and two my guards behind, two and two before,
Two and two on either hand, they guard me evermore;
Me, poor dove, that must not coo—eagle that must not soar.


All my fountains cast up perfumes, all my gardens grow
Scented woods and foreign spices, with all flowers in blow
That are costly, out of season as the seasons go.


All my walls are lost in mirrors, whereupon I trace
Self to right hand, self to left hand, self in every place,
Self-same solitary figure, self-same seeking face.


Then I have an ivory chair high to sit upon,
Almost like my father's chair, which is an ivory throne;
There I sit uplift and upright, there I sit alone.


Alone by day, alone by night, alone days without end;
My father and my mother give me treasures, search and spend—
O my father! O my mother! have you ne'er a friend?


As I am a lofty princess, so my father is
A lofty king, accomplished in all kingly subtilties,
Holding in his strong right hand world-kingdoms' balances.


He has quarrelled with his neighbours, he has scourged his foes;
Vassal counts and princes follow where his pennon goes,
Long-descended valiant lords whom the vulture knows,


On whose track the vulture swoops, when they ride in state
To break the strength of armies and topple down the great:
Each of these my courteous servant, none of these my mate.


My father counting up his strength sets down with equal pen
So many head of cattle, head of horses, head of men;
These for slaughter, these for breeding, with the how and when.


Some to work on roads, canals; some to man his ships;
Some to smart in mines beneath sharp overseers' whips;
Some to trap fur-beasts in lands where utmost winter nips.


Once it came into my heart, and whelmed me like a flood,
That these too are men and women, human flesh and blood;
Men with hearts and men with souls, though trodden down like mud.


Our feasting was not glad that night, our music was not gay:
On my mother's graceful head I marked a thread of grey,
My father frowning at the fare seemed every dish to weigh.



I sat beside them sole princess in my exalted place,
My ladies and my gentlemen stood by me on the dais:
A mirror showed me I look old and haggard in the face;


It showed me that my ladies all are fair to gaze upon,
Plump, plenteous-haired, to every one love's secret lore is known,
They laugh by day, they sleep by night; ah me, what is a throne?


The singing men and women sang that night as usual,
The dancers danced in pairs and sets, but music had a fall,
A melancholy windy fall as at a funeral.


Amid the toss of torches to my chamber back we swept;
My ladies loosed my golden chain; meantime I could have wept
To think of some in galling chains whether they waked or slept.


I took my bath of scented milk, delicately waited on,
They burned sweet things for my delight, cedar and cinnamon,
They lit my shaded silver lamp, and left me there alone.


A day went by, a week went by. One day I heard it said:
'Men are clamouring, women, children, clamouring to be fed;
Men like famished dogs are howling in the streets for bread.'


So two whispered by my door, not thinking I could hear,
Vulgar naked truth, ungarnished for a royal ear;
Fit for cooping in the background, not to stalk so near.


But I strained my utmost sense to catch this truth, and mark:
'There are families out grazing like cattle in the park.'
'A pair of peasants must be saved even if we build an ark.'


A merry jest, a merry laugh, each strolled upon his way;
One was my page, a lad I reared and bore with day by day;
One was my youngest maid as sweet and white as cream in May.


Other footsteps followed softly with a weightier tramp;
Voices said: 'Picked soldiers have been summoned from the camp
To quell these base-born ruffians who make free to howl and stamp.'


'Howl and stamp?' one answered: 'They made free to hurl a stone
At the minister's state coach, well aimed and stoutly thrown.'
'There's work then for the soldiers, for this rank crop must be mown.'


'One I saw, a poor old fool with ashes on his head,
Whimpering because a girl had snatched his crust of bread:
Then he dropped; when some one raised him, it turned out he was dead.'


'After us the deluge,' was retorted with a laugh:
'If bread's the staff of life, they must walk without a staff.'
'While I've a loaf they're welcome to my blessing and the chaff.'



These passed. The king: stand up. Said my father with a smile:
'Daughter mine, your mother comes to sit with you awhile,
She's sad to-day, and who but you her sadness can beguile?'


He too left me. Shall I touch my harp now while I wait,—
(I hear them doubling guard below before our palace gate—)
Or shall I work the last gold stitch into my veil of state;


Or shall my woman stand and read some unimpassioned scene,
There's music of a lulling sort in words that pause between;
Or shall she merely fan me while I wait here for the queen?


Again I caught my father's voice in sharp word of command:
'Charge!' a clash of steel: 'Charge again, the rebels stand.
Smite and spare not, hand to hand; smite and spare not, hand to hand.'


There swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher;
A flash of red reflected light lit the cathedral spire;
I heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.


'Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,
You who sat to see us starve,' one shrieking woman said:
'Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.'


Nay, this thing will I do, while my mother tarrieth,
I will take my fine spun gold, but not to sew therewith,
I will take my gold and gems, and rainbow fan and wreath;


With a ransom in my lap, a king's ransom in my hand,
I will go down to this people, will stand face to face, will stand
Where they curse king, queen, and princess of this cursed land.


They shall take all to buy them bread, take all I have to give;
I, if I perish, perish; they to-day shall eat and live;
I, if I perish, perish; that's the goal I half conceive:


Once to speak before the world, rend bare my heart and show
The lesson I have learned which is death, is life, to know.
I, if I perish, perish; in the name of God I go.
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A Ring Upon Her Finger

A Ring Upon Her Finger

A ring upon her finger,
Walks the bride,
With the bridegroom tall and handsome
At her side.
A veil upon her forehead
Walks the bride,
With the bridegroom proud and merry
At her side.
Fling flowers beneath the footsteps
Of the bride;
Fling flowers before the bridegroom
At her side.
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A Portrait

A Portrait

I

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.
Harsh towards herself, towards others full of ruth,
Servant of servants, little known to praise,
Long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days:
She schooled herself to sights and sounds uncouth
That with the poor and stricken she might make
A home, until the least of all sufficed
Her wants; her own self learned she to forsake,
Counting all earthly gain but hurt and loss.
So with calm will she chose and bore the cross
And hated all for love of Jesus Christ.


II


They knelt in silent anguish by her bed,
And could not weep; but calmly there she lay.
All pain had left her; and the sun's last ray
Shone through upon her, warming into red
The shady curtains. In her heart she said:
'Heaven opens; I leave these and go away;
The Bridegroom calls,—shall the Bride seek to stay?'
Then low upon her breast she bowed her head.
O lily flower, O gem of priceless worth,
O dove with patient voice and patient eyes,
O fruitful vine amid a land of dearth,
O maid replete with loving purities,
Thou bowedst down thy head with friends on earth
To raise it with the saints in Paradise.
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A Pin Has A Head, But Has No Hair

A Pin Has A Head, But Has No Hair

A pin has a head, but has no hair;
A clock has a face, but no mouth there;
Needles have eyes, but they cannot see;
A fly has a trunk without lock or key;
A timepiece may lose, but cannot win;
A corn-field dimples without a chin;
A hill has no leg, but has a foot;
A wine-glass a stem, but not a root;
A watch has hands, but no thumb or finger;
A boot has a tongue, but is no singer;
Rivers run, though they have no feet;
A saw has teeth, but it does not eat;
Ash-trees have keys, yet never a lock;
And baby crows, without being a cock.
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A Pause Of Thought

A Pause Of Thought

I looked for that which is not, nor can be,
And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth:
But years must pass before a hope of youth
Is resigned utterly.


I watched and waited with a steadfast will:
And though the object seemed to flee away
That I so longed for, ever day by day
I watched and waited still.


Sometimes I said: This thing shall be no more;
My expectation wearies and shall cease;
I will resign it now and be at peace:
Yet never gave it o'er.


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.


Alas, thou foolish one! alike unfit
For healthy joy and salutary pain:
Thou knowest the chase useless, and again
Turnest to follow it.
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A Motherless Soft Lambkin

A Motherless Soft Lambkin

A motherless soft lambkin
Along upon a hill;
No mother's fleece to shelter him
And wrap him from the cold: I'll
run to him and comfort him,
I'll fetch him, that I will;
I'll care for him and feed him
Until he's strong and bold.
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A House Of Cards

A House Of Cards

A house of cards
Is neat and small:
Shake the table,
It must fall.
Find the Court cards
One by one;
Raise it, roof it, -
Now it's done: -
Shake the table!
That's the fun.
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A Green Cornfield

A Green Cornfield

The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn
A skylark hang betweent he two,
A singing speck above the corn;


A stage below, in gay accord,
White butterflies danced on the wing,
And still the singing skylark soared,
And silent sank and soared to sing.


The cornfield stretched a tender green
To right and left beside my walks;
I knew he had a nest unseen
Somewhere among the million stalks.


And as I paused to hear his song
While swift the sunny moments slid,
Perhaps his mate sat listening long,
And listened longer than I did.
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A Frisky Lamb

A Frisky Lamb

A frisky lamb
And a frisky child
Playing their pranks
In a cowslip meadow:
The sky all blue
And the air all mild
And the fields all sun
And the lanes half shadow.
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Identification and basic context

Christina Georgina Rossetti was a prominent English poet of Italian heritage. She is celebrated for her lyrical and devotional poetry, which often delves into themes of love, death, faith, and the transient beauty of the natural world. As a key figure of the Victorian era, her work stands out for its profound spiritual intensity and its exquisite musicality. Her contributions to English literature are substantial, with poems such as 'Goblin Market' and 'Remember' remaining widely read and studied.

Childhood and education

Born into an intellectual and artistic family, Christina Rossetti had an upbringing steeped in literature and religious devotion. Her father, Gabriele Rossetti, was an Italian poet and scholar, and her mother, Frances Polidori Rossetti, was of English and Italian descent. Her siblings included Dante Gabriel Rossetti, a prominent artist and poet, and William Michael Rossetti, an art critic and writer. Christina received her early education at home, where she was tutored by her mother and elder siblings. This environment fostered her early interest in poetry and literature. Her family's strong Anglo-Italian heritage and their devout Christian faith profoundly influenced her formative years and the subsequent themes in her work.

Literary trajectory

Rossetti's literary career began in her teenage years, with early poems circulating among her family and friends. Her first published volume, 'Verses,' appeared in 1847, a collection of poems written between the ages of 12 and 17. She later became associated with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, primarily through her brother Dante Gabriel. Her most famous work, 'Goblin Market and Other Poems,' was published in 1862 to considerable acclaim, establishing her reputation as a major poet. Throughout her life, she continued to write poetry, devotional prose, and children's verse. Her trajectory was marked by periods of intense creative output interspersed with periods of relative quietude, often influenced by her spiritual convictions and personal circumstances.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Rossetti's major works include 'Goblin Market and Other Poems' (1862), 'The Prince's Progress and Other Poems' (1866), 'Sing-Song: A Nursery Rhyme Book' (1872), and the devotional prose work 'Called to Be Saints' (1881). Her dominant themes include love (both earthly and divine), death, faith, renunciation, temptation, and the beauty and decay of the natural world. Her style is characterized by its lyrical beauty, rich imagery, and strong musicality, often employing symbolism and allegory. She was adept at using varied forms, from sonnets to ballads and nursery rhymes, often experimenting with rhythm and rhyme to create striking effects. Her poetic voice is often introspective, devotional, and deeply emotional, conveying a sense of yearning and spiritual longing. The language is precise yet evocative, rich with sensory detail. Rossetti's work often engages with religious themes, exploring the complexities of faith, doubt, and salvation with a unique blend of personal conviction and poetic artistry.

Cultural and historical context

Christina Rossetti lived during the Victorian era, a period of significant social, religious, and industrial change in Britain. Her work often reflects the religious fervor and the debates surrounding faith and doubt prevalent at the time. Her association with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood placed her within a significant artistic movement that sought to revive medieval aesthetics and emphasize sincerity and imaginative richness. Her poetry engaged with contemporary issues of social reform and the role of women, though often through a lens of Christian morality and personal introspection. She was a contemporary of poets like Alfred Lord Tennyson and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and her work shares some thematic concerns with theirs, yet possesses a distinctively personal and spiritual quality.

Personal life

Rossetti's personal life was deeply shaped by her devout religious faith, particularly her adherence to the High Church Anglican tradition. This faith led her to twice refuse marriage proposals from men she loved, believing that her spiritual calling superseded earthly attachments. She suffered from various illnesses throughout her life, including Graves' disease, which often limited her activities but also provided subject matter for her contemplative poetry. Her relationship with her family, especially her mother and siblings, was close and supportive, providing a stable anchor in her life. Her dedication to charitable work, particularly with the Magdalen Hospital for fallen women, reflected her compassionate nature and her deep-seated desire to help those in need.

Recognition and reception

Christina Rossetti achieved significant recognition during her lifetime, with 'Goblin Market' being particularly well-received. She was regarded as one of the foremost poets of her day, and her work was admired for its originality, spiritual depth, and lyrical skill. Posthumously, her reputation has continued to flourish. While at times overshadowed by her brother Dante Gabriel, her distinct voice and thematic concerns have secured her a prominent place in the canon of English literature. Her works are widely anthologized and studied for their exploration of faith, love, and the female experience in the Victorian era.

Influences and legacy

Rossetti was influenced by the Bible, devotional writers such as Thomas à Kempis, and poets like George Herbert and John Keats. Her own poetry has had a lasting influence on subsequent generations of poets, particularly in the areas of devotional verse, children's literature, and symbolic poetry. Her exploration of themes related to temptation, sacrifice, and spiritual longing has resonated with many writers. She is also recognized for her significant contributions to the genre of nursery rhymes and children's verse. Her legacy is firmly established through her enduring poems, which continue to be celebrated for their beauty, emotional resonance, and spiritual insight.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Rossetti's poetry is often analyzed for its complex interplay of spiritual and sensual themes. Her poems exploring love and desire are frequently interpreted through the lens of her religious renunciation, leading to discussions about the tension between earthly and divine love. The allegorical nature of 'Goblin Market' has invited numerous critical interpretations, ranging from explorations of female sexuality and temptation to critiques of consumerism and industrialization. Her engagement with themes of death and eternity is also a significant focus of critical study, revealing a profound theological and existential depth.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Despite her fame, Christina Rossetti was a remarkably private individual. Her deep faith meant she often struggled with worldly temptations, and her poetry reflects this inner conflict. She had a particular affinity for animals and often wrote about them. Her dedication to her religious convictions sometimes led to difficult personal choices, such as refusing marriage. Her creative process was deeply tied to her spiritual life, often involving prayer and contemplation.

Death and memory

Christina Rossetti died in 1894 from breast cancer. She was buried in Highgate Cemetery, London. Her death was mourned by many who recognized her immense contribution to English poetry. Posthumous collections of her work continued to be published, ensuring her enduring place in literary history. Her memory is preserved through the timeless beauty and spiritual depth of her verse.