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Christina Rossetti
British
Poet
About the author
My heart is like a singing bird.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Heart
#Singing
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Dream
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Dying
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Eyes
#Facts
#Blind
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Love
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Forget
#Smile
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Hope
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.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Weather
#Friend
#Sister
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Faith
#Obedience
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.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Hope
#Youth
#Truth
#Eyes
#Beauty
#Joy
#Vanity
Silence is more musical than any song.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Song
#Silence
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti,
British
Poet
#Wind
#Trees