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Rossetti on a snowy night.
Well, twenty years have passed since then:
My sister now, a stately wife
Still fair, looks back in peace and sees
The longer half of life--
The longer half of prosperous life,
With little grief, or fear, or fret:
She, loved and loving long ago,
Is loved and loving yet.
-Christina Rossetti, 1856
My sister now, a stately wife
Still fair, looks back in peace and sees
The longer half of life--
The longer half of prosperous life,
With little grief, or fear, or fret:
She, loved and loving long ago,
Is loved and loving yet.
-Christina Rossetti, 1856
Hope
is the thing with feathers that perches on the soul
and sings a tune without the words and never stops at all
E. Dickenson
and sings a tune without the words and never stops at all
E. Dickenson
That's what makes Life so beautiful.
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