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Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
Christina Rossetti
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Christina Rossetti
Age: 64 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 5
Died: 1894
Died: December 29
Hymnwriter
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London
England
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina G. Rossetti
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Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
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Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
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For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
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I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when I thought it should be strong It opened at the matin hour And fell at even-song.
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The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity.
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And may you happy live, And long us bless.
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Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine Love was born at Christmas Star and angels gave the sign.
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My heart is like a singing bird.
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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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When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
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I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me If bright or dim the season it might be Summer or winter for aught I can say. So, unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was i to see and to forsee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.
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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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What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain's brink.
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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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All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.
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Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.
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Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
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Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
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Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
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Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
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