<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Roses - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose. [Fr., Je ne suis pas la rose, mais ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54438]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54438</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54439]]></link><description><![CDATA[Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54439</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I wish I might a rose-bud grow And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.  To place me on ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54440]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54440</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54430]]></link><description><![CDATA[You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54430</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A white rosebud for a guerdon. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54431]]></link><description><![CDATA[A white rosebud for a guerdon.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54431</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54432]]></link><description><![CDATA[All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54432</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away.  The rose that lives its little hour ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54433]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54433</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54434]]></link><description><![CDATA[I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54434</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green! ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54435]]></link><description><![CDATA[Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54435</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54436]]></link><description><![CDATA[When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54436</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rose were sette of swete savour, With many roses that thei bere. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54437]]></link><description><![CDATA[Rose were sette of swete savour, With many roses that thei bere.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54437</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54423]]></link><description><![CDATA[The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54423</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54424]]></link><description><![CDATA[This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54424</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA['Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house,  My cousin Romney gathered with his hand ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54425]]></link><description><![CDATA['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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54425</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,  But pale, and hard, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54426]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54426</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Red as a rose of Harpocrate. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54427]]></link><description><![CDATA[Red as a rose of Harpocrate.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54427</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too,  Who both antedate our mission   In ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54428]]></link><description><![CDATA[And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too,  Who both antedate our mission   In an unprepared season?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54428</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA["For if I wait," said she, "Till time for roses be,--  For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54429]]></link><description><![CDATA["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?"]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54429</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54417]]></link><description><![CDATA[The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54417</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54418]]></link><description><![CDATA[She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54418</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Go pretty rose, go to my fair, Go tell her all I fain would dare,  Tell her of hope; ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54419]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54419</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54420]]></link><description><![CDATA[He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54420</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54421]]></link><description><![CDATA[There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54421</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thus to the Rose, the Thistle: Why art thou not of thistle-breed?  Of use thou'dst, then, be truly,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54422]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54422</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/48676]]></link><description><![CDATA[Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/48676</guid></item></channel></rss>