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Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
'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.
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.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.
[Fr., Je ne suis pas la rose, read more
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.]
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
Go tell her all I fain would dare,
Tell her read more
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.