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Christina Rossetti
Age: 64 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 5
Died: 1894
Died: December 29
Hymnwriter
Poet
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London
England
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina G. Rossetti
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The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.
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Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
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My heart is like a singing bird.
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Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
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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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And may you happy live, And long us bless.
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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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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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Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
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Let bygones be bygones.
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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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Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
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Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight.Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.
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Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
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Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
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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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Oh that it were with me As with the flower Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour A rose in spite of thorns. Oh that my work were done As birds' that soar Rejoicing in the sun: That when my time is run And daylight too, I so might rest once more Cool with refreshing dew.
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In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
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Spring is when life's alive in everything.
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When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
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