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Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
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.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
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.
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 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.
'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.
