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Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.

Christina Rossetti

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Christina Rossetti
Age: 64 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 5
Died: 1894
Died: December 29
Hymnwriter
Poet
Writer
London
England
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina G. Rossetti
Bursts
Risen
Easter
Spring
Earth
Today
Play
Love

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Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
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And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
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It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.
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What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!
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Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
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The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
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And may you happy live, And long us bless.
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My heart is breaking for a little love
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Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.
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The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.
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Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
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To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
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Come to me in the silence of the night, Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream. Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream. Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.
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Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
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My heart is like a singing bird.
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Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
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Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. (The Key-Note)
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Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.
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The Bourne Underneath the growing grass, Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers: There we shall not count the hours By the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain, Beauty reckoned of no worth: There a very little girth Can hold round what once the earth Seemed too narrow to contain.
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