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What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain's brink.

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
Rose
Brink
Pink
Fountain

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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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My heart is like a singing bird.
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For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And catch at hope.
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Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
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Let bygones be bygones.
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Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
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O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
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Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago
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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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Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.
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Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
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The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.
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What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.
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Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.
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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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Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
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Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.
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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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