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Thus to the Rose, the Thistle:
Why art thou not of thistle-breed?
Of use thou'dst, then, be read more
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.
"For if I wait," said she,
"Till time for roses be,--
For the moss-rose and the musk-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?"
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its read more
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.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
