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The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.
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The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
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The roses that in yonder hedge appear Outdo our garden-buds which bloom within; But since the hand may pluck them every day, Unmarked they bud, bloom, drop, and drift away.
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The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part For you it is a rose For me it is my heart.
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The vermeil rose had blown In frightful scarlet, and its thorns outgrown Like spiked aloe.
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The year of the rose is brief; From the first blade blown to the sheaf, From the thin green leaf to the gold, It has time to be sweet and grow old, To triumph and leave not a leaf.
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There’s a bower of roses by Bendemeer’s stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long, In the time of my childhood ’twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird’s song.
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They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
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This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
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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.
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Till the rose’s lips grow pale With her sighs.
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‘Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
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‘To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious pirds sing madrigals; There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. To shallow–‘
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True love is not without pain, like that of thorns in your side. Yet love is like the rose in full bloom, beautiful and full of life.
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‘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.
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Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.
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We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses, Dewy as the morning and coloured like the dawn; Little tents of odour, where the bee reposes, Swooning in sweetness of the bed he dreams upon.
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What would the rose with all her pride be worth, Were there no sun to call her brightness forth?
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When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.
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While rose-buds scarcely show’d their hue, But coyly linger’d on the thorn.
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