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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?"

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I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
To place read more

I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
To place me on that breast of snow
Where I should bloom a wintry flower.

by Rose Terry Cooke Found in: Roses Quotes,
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You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?

You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?

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'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.

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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.

by Thomas Campbell Found in: Roses Quotes,
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She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

by Thomas Haynes Bayly Found in: Roses Quotes,
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There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.

There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.

by Bidpai (pilpay) Found in: Roses Quotes,
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The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.

The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.

by Maria Brooks Found in: Roses Quotes,
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A white rosebud for a guerdon.

A white rosebud for a guerdon.

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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.

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