Christina Rossetti Quotes
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For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
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When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget.
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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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One day in the countryIs worth a month in town.
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The birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me.
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My heart is like a singing bird.
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I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
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All earth’s full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.
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In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moan,Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak mid-winterLong ago.
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Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,Sleeping at last.
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Does the road wind up-hill all the way?Yes, to the very end.Will the day's journey take the whole long day?From morn to night, my friend.
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Oh roses for the flush of youth,And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for meGrown old before my time.
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Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
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I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.
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Silence is more musical than any song.
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She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
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And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
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Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
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Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land.
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Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.