Maxioms by Christina G. Rossetti
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.
We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.
For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, read more
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.
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on read more
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
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The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
That is so silent, sweet, and pale:
Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
