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Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.
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.
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet read more
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
'Twas a yellow rose,
By that south window of the little house,
My cousin Romney gathered with read more
'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.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.