Christina Rossetti quote

"Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains."

Christina Rossetti

Born: December 5, 1830

Die: December 29, 1894

Occupation: Poet

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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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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...

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For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

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When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

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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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Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

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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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Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of...

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What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb. If I were a Wise Man I would do my part. Yet what can I give Him? I give Him my heart.

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Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world His hands have made, Born a stranger.

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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 me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And...

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Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

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Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.

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Hope dead lives nevermore, No, not in heaven.

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This life is but the passage of a day, This life is but a pang and all is over; But in the life to come which fades not away Every love shall abide and every lover.

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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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And may you happy live, And long us bless.

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My heart is breaking for a little love

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Christmas hath a darkness; Brighter than the blazing noon; Christmas hath a chillness Warmer than the heat of June, Christmas hath a beauty Lovelier than the world can show: For Christmas bringeth...

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I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

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Better by far you should forget and smile than 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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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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Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

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And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

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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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My heart is like a singing bird.

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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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Obedience is the fruit of faith; patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.

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January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Brings longest day; In scorched July The storm-clouds fly, Lightning-torn; August...

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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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Obedience is the fruit of faith.

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Spring is when life's alive in everything.

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Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh...

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I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing robin, sing: I still am sore in...

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Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.

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A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

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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,...

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Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

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Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

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My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea;...

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Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

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For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

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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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Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

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Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

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Silence is more musical than any song.

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O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

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O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

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Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth...

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The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back....

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What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.

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To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.

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I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.

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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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Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

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To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.

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