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The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
Topic: Roses
She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.
Topic: Roses
Go pretty rose, go to my fair, Go tell her all I fain would dare, Tell her of hope; tell her of spring, Tell her of all I fain would sing, Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing.
Topic: Roses
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Author: Bible
Topic: Roses
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
Author: Bidpai
Topic: Roses
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns.
Author: Bidpai
Topic: Roses
Thus to the Rose, the Thistle: Why art thou not of thistle-breed? Of use thou'dst, then, be truly, For asses might upon thee feed.
Topic: Roses
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies.
Author: Maria Brooks
Topic: Roses
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
Topic: Roses
'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me. save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after.
Topic: Roses
O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,-- Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
Topic: Roses
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Topic: Roses
And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too, Who both antedate our mission In an unprepared season?
Topic: Roses
"For if I wait," said she, "Till time for roses be,-- For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,-- "What glory then for me In such a company?-- Roses plenty, roses plenty And one nightingale for twenty?"
Topic: Roses
You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
Topic: Roses
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
Topic: Roses
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Topic: Roses
Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
Topic: Roses
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!
Author: Robert Burns
Topic: Roses
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Author: Robert Burns
Topic: Roses
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