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  • #1
    Емилиян Станев
    “Събуждам се сутрин след тежък сън, вслушвам се в себе си и питам душата: „Що ти е сега, скитнице небесна и поднебесна?“ А тя се смее като дете след плач и пак чака, жадна за нови страдания.”
    Емилиян Станев, Антихрист

  • #2
    Christina Rossetti
    “One day in the country
    Is worth a month in town”
    Christina Rossetti

  • #3
    Christina Rossetti
    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.”
    Christina Rossetti, The Complete Poems

  • #4
    Christina Rossetti
    Remember

    Remember me when I am gone away,
    Gone far away into the silent land;
    When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
    Remember me when no more, day by day,
    You tell me of our future that you planned:
    Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.
    Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.”
    Christina Rossetti, The Complete Poems

  • #5
    Christina Rossetti
    “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

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    Christina Rossetti
    “What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.
    What are brief? today and tomorrow.
    What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.
    What are deep? the ocean and truth.”
    Christina Rossetti

  • #8
    Christina Rossetti
    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.”
    Christina Rossetti, The Complete Poems

  • #9
    Christina Rossetti
    “Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.”
    Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • #10
    Christina Rossetti
    “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,
    Long ago. ”
    Christina Rossetti, The Poetical Works Of Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • #11
    Christina Rossetti
    “My heart is like a singing bird.”
    Christina Rossetti

  • #12
    Christina Rossetti
    “All things that pass
    Are wisdom's looking-glass.”
    Christina Rossetti

  • #13
    Christina Rossetti
    “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;
    My heart is like a rainbow shell
    That paddles in a halcyon sea;
    My heart is gladder than all these,
    Because my love is come to me.

    Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
    Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
    Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
    And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
    Work it in gold and silver grapes,
    In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
    Because the birthday of my life
    Is come, my love is come to me.”
    Christina Rossetti, Poems of Christina Rossetti

  • #14
    Christina Rossetti
    “Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.”
    Christina Rosetti

  • #15
    Christina Rossetti
    “My heart is breaking for a little love”
    Christina Rossetti



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