Frases de Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti
Data de nascimento: 5. Dezembro 1830
Data de falecimento: 29. Dezembro 1894
Christina Georgina Rossetti foi uma poetisa inglesa de origem italiana, irmã do pintor Dante Gabriel Rossetti, William Michael Rossetti e Maria Francesca Rossetti.
Seu pai, Gabriele Rossetti, era um poeta italiano e refugiado político do Reino das Duas Sicílias, sua mãe, Frances Polidori, era irmã de John William Polidori, amigo e médico de Byron.
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Citações Christina Rossetti
„One day in the country
Is worth a month in town.“
— Christina Rossetti
Summer; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
„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.“
— Christina Rossetti, Goblin Market and Other Poems
Goblin Market, st. 28 (1862).
„Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?“
— Christina Rossetti, Poems of Christina Rossetti
„Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.“
— Christina Rossetti, Pre-Raphaelite Poetry: An Anthology
Remember, l. 13-14.
„Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.“
— Christina Rossetti
Who Has Seen the Wind? http://www.repeatafterus.com/title.php?i=1191, st. 2 (1872).
„In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.“
— Christina Rossetti, The Poetical Works of Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mid-Winter http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/blrossettichristmas.htm, st. 1 (1872).
„Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.“
— Christina Rossetti
Up-Hill http://unix.cc.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/rossetti.uphill.html, st. 1 (1861).
„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.“
— Christina Rossetti
A Birthday http://www.poetry-online.org/rossetti_christina_a_birthday.htm, st. 1 (1861).
