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 on beauty
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth. Christina Rossetti on hope
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 on hope
Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine. Christina Rossetti on love
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. Christina Rossetti on sad
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. Christina Rossetti on smile
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. Christina Rossetti on journey