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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I took my heart in my hand <br>(O my love, O my love), <br>I said: Let me fall or stand, <br>Let me live or die, <br>But this once hear me speak- <br>(O my love, O my love)- <br>Yet a woman's words are weak; <br>You should speak, not I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You took my heart in your hand <br>With a friendly smile, <br>With a critical eye you scanned, <br>Then set it down, <br>And said: It is still unripe, <br>Better wait a while; <br>Wait while the skylarks pipe, <br>Till the corn grows brown</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As you set it down it broke- <br>Broke, but I did not wince; <br>I smiled at the speech you spoke, <br>At your judgment that I heard: <br>But I have not often smiled <br>Since then, nor questioned since, <br>Nor cared for corn-flowers wild, <br>Nor sung with the singing bird.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I take my heart in my hand, <br>O my God, O my God, <br>My broken heart in my hand: <br>Thou hast seen, judge Thou <br>My hope was written on sand, <br>O my God, O my God: <br>Now let Thy judgment stand- <br>Yea, judge me now</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This contemned of a man, <br>This marred one heedless day, <br>This heart take Thou to scan <br>Both within and without: <br>Refine with fire its gold, <br>Purge Thou its dross away- <br>Yea, hold it in Thy hold, <br>Whence none can pluck it out.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I take my heart in my hand- <br>I shall not die, but live- <br>Before Thy face I stand; <br>I, for Thou callest such: <br>All that I have I bring, <br>All that I am I give, <br>Smile Thou and I shall sing, <br>But shall not question much.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a></strong></div>

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