Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

Strike the bells wantonly,
Tinkle tinkle well;
Bring me wine, bring me flowers,
Ring the silver bell.
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Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
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My sun has set, I dwell
In darkness as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
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The door was shut. I looked between
Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:
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I will tell you when they met:
In the limpid days of Spring;
Elder boughs were budding yet,
Oaken boughs looked wintry still,
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'Croak, croak, croak,'
Thus the Raven spoke,
Perched on his crooked tree
As hoarse as hoarse could be.
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Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
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A rose has thorns as well as honey,
I'll not have her for love or money;
An iris grows so straight and fine,
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Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
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The days are clear,
Day after day,
When April's here,
That leads to May,
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