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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 birds' that soar Rejoicing in the sun: That when my time is run And daylight too, I so might rest once more Cool with refreshing dew.”

Quote by Christina Rossetti

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)

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Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)

The Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated) is a comprehensive compilation of the poet's writings. It includes a variety of her poems, from the whimsical and fantastical to the deeply spiritual and religious. The illustrated format provides a rich visual context for her work, with images that complement and enrich the text. This collection is a valuable resource for students of literature, poetry enthusiasts, and anyone interested in the works of Christina Rossetti. more

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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti was a prominent Victorian-era British poet known for her profound emotional depth and religious themes. Her poetry has had a lasting impact on subsequent generations. more

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