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The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Author: Thomas Haynes Bayly
Source: The Rose That all are Praising
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She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Author: Thomas Haynes Bayly
Source: She Wore a Wreath of Roses
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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.
Author: Michael Beverly
Source: Go Pretty Rose
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Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Author: Bible
Source: Wisdom of Solomon (ch. II, v. 8)
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He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
Author: Bidpai (Pilpay)
Source: The Ignorant Physician (fable viii)
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There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.
Author: Bidpai (Pilpay)
Source: The Two Travellers (chap. ii, fable vi)
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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.
Author: Friedrich M. von Bodenstedt
Source: The Rose and Thistle, (translated from the German by Frederick Ricord)
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The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
Author: Maria Brooks
Source: Written on Seeing Pharamond
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This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Aurora Leigh (bk. II)
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'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.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Aurora Leigh (bk. VI)
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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.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: A Dead Rose
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Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Isabel's Child
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And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
In an unprepared season?
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: A Lay of the Early Rose
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"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?"
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: A Lay of the Early Rose
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You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Lord Walter's Wife
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A white rosebud for a guerdon.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Romance of the Swan's Nest
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All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Author: Robert Browning
Source: One Way of Love
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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.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson
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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
Source: The Posie
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Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Author: Robert Burns
Source: To Chloris
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When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
Author: Thomas Campbell
Source: Song--When Love Came First to Earth
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Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Author: Geoffrey Chaucer
Source: The Romaunt of the Rose
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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.]
Author: Geoffrey Chaucer
Source: The Romaunt of the Rose
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Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Author: Rose Terry Cooke
Source: Reve Du Midi
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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.
Author: Rose Terry Cooke
Source: Reve Du Midi
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