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I do beseech you,
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,
What is your name?
- William Shakespeare, The Tempest
(Ferdinand at III, i)
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant
Should this fair rose offend thy sight,
Placed in thy bosom bare,
'Twill blush to find itself less white,
And turn Lancastrian there.
- James Somerville, The White Rose
It was nothing but a rose I gave her,--
Nothing but a rose
Any wind might rob of half its savor,
And wind that blows.
. . . .
Withered, faded, pressed between these page,
Crumpled, fold on fold,--
Once it lay upon her breast, and ages
Cannot make it old!
- Harriet Prescott Spofford, A Sigh
I am the one rich thing that morn
Leaves for the ardent noon to win;
Grasp me not, I have a thorn,
But bend and take my being in.
- Harriet Prescott Spofford,
Flower Songs--The Rose
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
- Gertrude Stein
The year of the rose is brief;
From the first blade blown to the sheaf,
From the thin green leaf to the gold,
It has time to be sweet and grow old,
To triumph and leave not a leaf.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne,
The Year of the Rose
And half in shade and half in sun;
The Rose sat in her bower,
With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart.
- Bayard Taylor,
Poems of the Orient--The Poet in the East
And is there any moral shut
Within the bosom of the rose?
- Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Day-Dream--Moral
The fairest things have fleetest end:
Their scent survives their close,
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose!
- Francis Thompson, Daisy (st. 10)
I saw the rose-grove blushing in pride,
I gathered the blushing rose--and sigh'd--
I come from the rose-grove, mother,
I come from the grove of roses.
- Gil Vicente,
I Come from the Rose-grove, Mother,
(translated by John Bowring)
The coming spring would first appear, and all this place with roses strew, if busy feet would let them grow.
- Edmund Waller
Go, lovely Rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows.
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
- Edmund Waller, The Rose
How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower.
The glory of April and May!
But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day.
Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
Above all the flowers of the field;
When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are lost,
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!
- Isaac Watts, The Rose
It's just life Quincy . . . wake up, smell the thorns.
- Jake Weber,
as the character Drew in the movie "Meet Joe Black"
The rosebuds lay their crimson lips together.
- Mrs. Amelia Ball Welby (nee Coppuck),
Hopeless Love (st. 5)
The smiles of God's goodness.
- Dr. Samuel Wilberforce
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
- Tom Wilson, from the "Ziggy" comic strip
Proud be the rose, with rain and dews her head impearling.
- William Wordsworth
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
- William Wordsworth
Far off, most secret, and invilate Rose.
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre
Or in the wine vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams.
- William Butler Yeats, The Secret Rose
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