Commonplace: Christina Rossetti, “A Birthday”

“My heart is like a singing bird
                  Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
                  Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
                  That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
                  Because my love is come to me.


Raise me a dais of silk and down;
                  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
                  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
                  In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
                  Is come, my love is come to me.”
~ Christina Rossetti, “A Birthday”

Commonplace: Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone

“‘If an order comes to me, which is own brother to an order come from Bedlam, it don’t matter. So long as I get it from my master or mistress, as the case may be, I obey it. I may have my own opinion, which is also, you will please to remember, the opinion of Mr. Bruff–the Great Mr. Bruff!’ Said Betteredge, raising his voice, and shaking his head at me solemnly. ‘It don’t matter, I withdraw my opinion, for all this. My your lady says, “Do it.” And I say, “Miss, it shall be done.” Here I am, with my book and my pencil–the latter not pointed so well as I could wish; but when Christians take leave of their senses, who is to expect that pencils will keep their points?'”

-Gabriel Betteredge in The Moonstone