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Nj300Njoki: Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come as free to go: For I cannot know your past, And of mine what can you know?,Christina Rossetti,poetry,

friede: Good morning! Today we explore Christina Rossetti’s influential poem GOBLIN MARKET and the many (and I mean MANY) interpretations of this poem, from Ruskin’s dismissal of it as a “calamity of modern poetry” to the Playboy reprinting in the 1970s & beyond…

happy_at_home_: Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing thro’ Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by. -Christina Rossetti “Tench Pond in a Gale” Paul Nash 1922

litcharts: New guide! A Birthday by Christina Rossetti

marcorosenkranz: Spring is when life’s alive in everything. —Christina Rossetti

marblefeet: ChatGPT describes a cat in the style of Christina Rossetti

khat51200: And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying,Christina Rossetti,dying, wind,

theragingheart: Christina Rossetti - Promises like Pie-crust

RadioGabrielMag: “Spring is when life's alive in everything.” -Christina Rossetti

MelanieJaxn: “Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy” ― Christina Rossetti

writingmaf: 4 of 5 stars to Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rossetti

KateForsyth: The model for Rossetti was his sister Christina, an extraordinary poet. Love this painting!

anglicanspb: The Fifth Sunday of Lent is also known as Passion Sunday as it marks the beginning of Passiontide, the last two weeks of Lent "Passiontide" by Christina Rossetti

benjaminwylie1: brother of christina rossetti, poet who wrote goblin market among others

anglicanspb: A Poem for the Feast of the Annunciation, by Christina Rossetti Whereto shall we liken this Blessed Mary Virgin, Faithful shoot from Jesse's root graciously emerging?

mflibra: 1923 Beautiful Riviere & Son Binding - Christina Rossetti's POEMS, Including Goblin Market.

mflibra: 1923 Beautiful Riviere & Son Binding - Christina Rossetti's POEMS, Including Goblin Market.

FreddieBlueNOLA: New Orleans Dawn Inspiration a poem of spring by Christina Rossetti. There is no time like Spring, When life’s alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track – God guides their wing,

mobiquotes: I think you should ignore Sara Teasdale (she’s a bit of a moper, to be honest.). Take Christina Rossetti’s advice and be fire.

AidanMcWhore: When I was 15, one of the English teachers who were doing their practicum at our school saw me reading VC Andrew's Flowers in The Attic. She asked if I enjoy reading poetry other than novels and I said yes. The next day, she gave me a copy of Christina Rossetti's Goblin Market.

PascalTheatreCo: Today is World Poetry Day. We celebrate poetry as the world’s oldest form of storytelling but who was the world’s first poet? What was her name? That we don’t know. But today we want to honour Christina Rossetti.

llovesongg: watching parks and rec whilst doing my christina rossetti essay its what she would’ve wanted

oxford_brookes: The workshops take inspiration from Victorian poet Christina Rossetti, who herself recorded her own caring responsibilities while also trying to find time to write. You can read more about the poetry workshops here ⬇️

ICVWW: A lowly hill which overlooks a flat, Half sea, half country side; A flat-shored sea of low-voiced creeping tide Over a chalky weedy mat. Christina Rossetti, 'Birchington Churchyard'.

MBudha: Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.

olinj: We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots? ~Christina Rossetti

litcharts: New guide! Echo by Christina Rossetti

MelyanaKlue: "Spring is when life's alive in everything." ~ Christina Rossetti

thejollybard: oh i guess that's not my own song here's one

shakeandswirlmt: "Spring is when life's alive in everything." ~ Christina Rossetti. Shake & Swirl wishes all a beautiful and warm first day of Spring. Stop by and grab your refreshing, healthy choice!

PoemsNature70: Spring "Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots?..." Christina Rossetti

HannahRSquire: ‘To-day's your natal day; Sweet flowers I bring: Mother, accept, I pray My offering. And may you happy live, And long us bless; Receiving as you give Great happiness.’ To My Mother, Christina Rossetti.

SelphanM10: Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.,Christina Rossetti,art, change, hope, longing, love, past, was,

duChancellor: Progress, in which the name of the central character, Pilgrim, epitomizes the book's allegorical nature. Kay Boyle's story "Astronomer's Wife" and Christina Rossetti's poem "Up-Hill" both contain allegorical elements.

rk70534: A Summer Wish by Christina Rossetti

NYGirl5757: Let Me Go by Christina Rossetti When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not for long And not with your head bowed low Remember the love that once we shared Miss me,

rk70534: A Peal Of Bells by Christina Rossetti

TeresaTraver1: Christina Rossetti’s “The Solitary Rose”

rk70534: A Song Of Flight by Christina Rossetti

KMStudioArt: "Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white." ~Christina Rossetti 'White Lily Garden', oil on canvas

CeciliaQui1: "Silence is more musical than any song." Christina Rossetti. ✍️Debbie George

rk70534: A Pause Of Thought by Christina Rossetti

ArthurLWood: In an Artist's Studio by Christina Rossetti.

edujiji: Remember me when I am gone away. can no more hold me by the hand. Christina rossetti

moms_who_pray: Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts & no one to thank. -Christina Rossetti

rfdzw: Hilda Hechle illustration for The Goblin's Market by Christina Rossetti, 1914

salehbadrah: There is no time like Spring, When life's alive in everything. ~ Christina Rossetti

poetictouch: There is no time like Spring, When life's alive in everything. ~ Christina Rossetti

rk70534: A Pageant And Other Poems by Christina Rossetti

aquotebot: “I strain my heart, I stretch my hands And catch at hope.” –Christina Rossetti

jameski71214332: Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.,Christina Rossetti,melancholy, sadness,

kelleylowens: "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

ModLangQ: Emma Mason explores the doctrine of kenosis in the work of Christina Rossetti & Gerard Manley Hopkins, arguing that “an unwillingness to engage with Christian theology and experience produces critical misreadings,” in “Reading Christian Experience”:

aquotebot: “For one is both and both are one in love—” –Christina Rossetti

Cogentri3718: For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.,Christina Rossetti, Poems of Christina Rossetti,death, hope,

Skyck1076: Ah me, but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?,Christina Rossetti, Poems of Christina Rossetti,love,

MamanMali85: Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one thank.,Christina Rossetti,god, gratitude, thankfulness,

alicentweetland: Christina Rossetti referred to the three literary fairy tales in "Speaking Likenesses" (1874) as "a Christmas trifle, would-be in the `Alice" style with an eye to the market."

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

BagoToxic1896: Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes work never begun.,Christina Rossetti,getting, going,

arguello_israel: None other Lamb, none other Name, None other Hope in heav'n or earth or sea, None other Hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside thee! “None Other Lamb, None Other Name” Christina G. Rossetti

irnlvna: Thank you Christina Rossetti for writing Goblin Market <3

arealmofwonder: Christina Rossetti. Empress of the Sonnet.

w49840597: And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying,Christina Rossetti,dying, wind,

arguello_israel: Lord, thou art Life, though I be dead; love's fire thou art, however cold I be: nor heav'n have I, nor place to lay my head, nor home, but thee. “None Other Lamb, None Other Name” Christina G. Rossetti

PhilKlay: Woke up this morning and read Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market for the first time and, whoa! That poem is nuts. I laughed at the very 19th century end where it’s like, “This is just about sisterly love. Nothing weird here at all! Forget what you read!”

KayMelange: "God guides their wing, He spreads their table that they nothing lack, – Before the daisy grows a common flower Before the sun has power To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…" Christina Rossetti, ‘Spring‘

themilman: "In the bleak midwinter 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 midwinter" - Christina Rossetti

E8Emma: 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. (Christina Rossetti)

theCoachingblog: "Silence more musical than any song." (Christina Rossetti)

womenwriters23: Tomorrow is International Women's Day: Mother Teresa (Albania); Sarah Bessey, Janette Oke (Canada); Corrie Ten Boom (Netherlands); Gladys Aylward, Catherine Booth, Amy Carmichael, Frances Ridley Havergal, Julian of Norwich, Margery Kempe, Christina Rossetti, Mary Slessor (UK).

DanielJClemens: A little Christina Rossetti for this Monday afternoon: None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav’n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! …

robertsnickc: Swift And Sure The Swallow Swift and sure the swallow, Slow and sure the snail: Slow and sure may miss his way, Swift and sure may fail. ~ Christina Georgina Rossetti, 1830-1894 [Olga Shashok]

mewggyG: just read christina rossetti’s “goblin market” for my british literature class. filled with feminine rage

RiviasHunter: Color By Christina Rossetti What is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain's brink. What is red? a poppy's red In its barley bed. What is blue? the sky is blue Where the clouds float thro'. What is white? a swan is white Sailing in the light. >

aquotebot: “I strain my heart, I stretch my hands And catch at hope.” –Christina Rossetti

MelanieJaxn: "I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing robin, sing: I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring." - Christina Rossetti

saimabackup4: "Love came down at Christmas; Love all lovely, love divine; Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign." - Christina Rossetti Saima PRIYANKA 3M HEARTS ON IG

DamonClarky: “Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.” ~ Christina Rossetti ASAPMarSoAmazing JONA

DamonClarky: “Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.” ~ Christina Rossetti ASAPMarSoAmazing JONA

RiviasHunter: A Daughter of Eve By Christina Rossetti A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, >

doom_delrey: As always, I’m thinking about this sonnet by Christina Rossetti about the woman as muse/image/consumable product

myidolispriyan7: A smile abroad is often a scowl at home. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. - Christina Rossetti Shagun...。♡ PRIYANKA 3M HEARTS ON IG

myidolispriyan7: Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. - Christina Rossetti Shagun...。♡ PRIYANKA 3M HEARTS ON IG

myidolispriyan7: Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. - Christina Rossetti Shagun...。♡ PRIYANKA 3M HEARTS ON IG

carouselat5am: goblin market by christina rossetti is so good are you kidding me

nathankhensley: Last month I asked Chat GPT to define a Petrarchan sonnet, & it did great, it knew the answer!!! Then I asked it to write a Petrarchan sonnet in the style of Christina Rossetti & it spat out 6 quatrains (??) of infantile ABAB garbage that rhymed love with dove twice

peter_quantick: I wrote this anthem for a recent competition. It's about Good Friday and uses a poem by Christina Rossetti. I hope someone will perform it sometime.

welfordwrites: Promises Like Pie-Crust, a poem by Christina Rossetti. The unsaid part of the title – “made to be broken” – is the key to this poem.

smhnshybzk: I saw the most incredible embroidered bindings today. The peacock binding was embroidered in 1894 and it covers a volume of Christina Rossetti’s poems. The second volume is a history of Charles II and the binding was probably embroidered in the 18th century.

_christena_t: Obedience is the fruit of faith. ~ Christina Rossetti

larkmorrigan: "A hundred thousand birds salute the day: — One solitary bird salutes the night: Its mellow grieving wiles our grief away, And tunes our weary watches to delight; It seems to sing the thoughts we cannot say, To know and sing them, and to set them right;" - Christina Rossetti

aquotebot: “Kneel, wrestle, knock, do violence, pray; Today is short, tomorrow nigh: Why will you die? why will you die?” –Christina Rossetti

MelanieJaxn: I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing robin, sing: I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring. -Christina Rossetti

NoelineL: The reference to Christina Rossetti had me reminiscing about her dad, Gabrielle Rossetti, and the beautiful seaside town, Vasto, Italy, where he was born and bred. His statue stands tall in the main piazza, Piazza Rossetti.

Heckitty: I have a pair of spotted thick-knees (Burhinus capensis, aka dikkops, aka Basil and Rosemary) sitting on two eggs in my garden. Today my March lily bloomed + I realised Rosemary had the same fed-up face as Christina Rossetti, painted in a not-dissimilar situation.

purpledhawk: samantha larusso, a soul by christina rossetti

CamUniOperaSoc: COMPOSER SPOTLIGHT: Sam Gray (Trinity) will premiere his opera Goblin Market on Friday and Saturday this week at CUOS Shorts. The text comes from Christina Rossetti’s poem. Tickets:

MichaelMacGilli: "I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing robin, sing: I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring." ~Christina Rossetti.

IrhaIsar: 55. ¨Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.¨- Christina Rossetti PRIYANKIT X DMF SOON



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