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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
Pink
Fountain
Rose
Brink

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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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Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
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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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Let bygones be bygones.
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We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
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