Poet
Christina Rossetti
English
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- Watching Angels
- What can lambkins do
- When I was dead, my spirit turned
- When will the day bring its pleasure?
- Where sunless rivers weep
- Why does the sea moan evermore?
- Why has Spring one syllable less
- Why should I call Thee Lord, Who art my God?
- Why were you born when the snow was falling?
- Winter is cold-hearted
- Woman was made for man's delight,--
- Young Love lies sleeping
- Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there