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For those roses bright, oh, those roses bright! I have twined them in my sister's locks That are hid in the dust from sight. - Phoebe Cary Roses were sette of sweete savour, With many roses that thei here. - Geoffrey Chaucer Rose were sette of swete savour, With many roses that thei bere. - Geoffrey Chaucer, The Romaunt of the Rose I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose. [Fr., Je ne suis pas la rose, mais j'ai vecu pres d'elle.] - attributed to Henri Benjamin Constant de Rebecque, by Hayward in "Introduction to Letter of Mrs. Piozzi" Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs. - Rose Terry Cooke, Reve Du Midi I wish I might a rose-bud grow And thou wouldst cull me from the bower. To place me on that breast of snow Where I should bloom a wintry flower. - Dionysius of Chalcus A wreath of dewy roses, fresh and sweet, just brought from out the garden's cool retreat. - Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr O beautiful, royal Rose, O Rose, so fair and sweet! Queen of the garden art thou, And I--the Clay at thy feet! . . . . Yet, O thou beautiful Rose! Queen rose, so fair and sweet, What were lover or crown to thee Without the Clay at thy feet? - Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr, The Clay to the Rose Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last. - John Dryden It never rains roses; when we want more roses, we must plant more trees. - George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross) You love the roses--so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valleys would be pink and white, And soft to tread on. They would fall as light As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be Like sleeping and yet waking, all at once. Over the sea, Queen, where we soon shall go, Will it rain roses? - George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross) It never will rain roses: when we want To have more roses we must plant more trees. - George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross), The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III) The gathered rose and the stolen heart can charm but for a day. - Emma Catherine Embury Oh, raise your deep-fringed lids that close To wrap you in some sweet dream's thrall; I am the spectre of the rose You wore but last night at the ball. - Pierre Jules Theophile Gautier, Spectre of the Rose, from the French In Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow; While lo! before them stands, With pale and trembling hands, A spirit who must choose One, and one refuse. - Richard Watson Gilder, The White and Red Rose Gather roses while they bloom, To-morrow is yet far away. Moments lost have no room In to-morrow or to-day. [Ger., Pflucke Rosen, weil sie bluhn, Morgen ist nicht heut! Keine Stunde lass entfliehn. Morgen ist nicht heut.] - Johann William Ludwig Gleim, Benutzung der Zeit The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe It is written on the rose In its glory's full array: Read what those buds disclose-- "Passing away." - Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans, Passing Away Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die. - George Herbert, Vertue (st. 2) Roses at first were white. 'Till they co'd not agree, Whether my Sappho's breast Or they more white sho'd be. - Robert Herrick, Hesperides, found in Dodd's "Epigrammatists" But ne'er the rose without the thorn. - Robert Herrick, The Rose He came and took me by the hand, Up to a red rose tree, He kept His meaning to Himself, But gave a rose to me. I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see. - Ralph Hodgson, The Mystery It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast: It was the time of roses We pluck'd them as we pass'd. - Thomas Hood, Ballad--It was not in the Winter Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street Till--think of that who find life so sweet!-- She hates the smell of roses! - Thomas Hood, Miss Kilmansegg And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet. - Jean Ingelow, Laurance (pt. III) Displaying page 2 of 5 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 [2] 3 4 5
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