Roses Quotes ( 10 - 20 of 25 )
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
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.
'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.
O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, read more
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.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
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And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
In an unprepared season?
"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?"
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
