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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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Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
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I have no wit, no words, no tears My heart within me like a stone Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears Look right, look left, I dwell alone I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief No everlasting hills I see My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me.
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My heart is like a singing bird.
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Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
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Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
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Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
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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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Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
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Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
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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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Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.
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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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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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Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.
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Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
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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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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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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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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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