Roses Quotes
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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.
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.
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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!
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!
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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.
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.
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The coming spring would first appear, and all this place with roses strew, if busy feet would let them grow.
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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.
I gathered the blushing rose--and sigh'd--
I come from the rose-grove, mother,
I come from the grove of roses.
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The fairest things have fleetest end:
Their scent survives their close,
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose!
Their scent survives their close,
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose!
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And half in shade and half in sun;
The Rose sat in her bower,
With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart.
The Rose sat in her bower,
With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart.
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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.
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.
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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.
Leaves for the ardent noon to win;
Grasp me not, I have a thorn,
But bend and take my being in.
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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!
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!
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Should this fair rose offend thy sight,
Placed in thy bosom bare,
'Twill blush to find itself less white,
And turn Lancastrian there.
Placed in thy bosom bare,
'Twill blush to find itself less white,
And turn Lancastrian there.
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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.
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.
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I do beseech you,
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,
What is your name?
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,
What is your name?
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Let him that is a true-born gentleman
And stands upon the honor of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
And stands upon the honor of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
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Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
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