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O Rose thou art sick.In the howling storm:
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Has found out thy bedDoes thy life destroy.
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This guelder rose, at far too slight a beckOf the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
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It never will rain roses: when we wantTo have more roses we must plant more trees.
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Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
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As rich and purposeless as is the rose:Thy simple doom is to be beautiful.
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Red rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
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She wore a wreath of roses,The night that first we met.
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The rose that all are praisingIs not the rose for me.
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The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweetsMost perfect dies.
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bc55f21
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Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
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You smell a rose through a fence:If two should smell it, what matter?
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A white rosebud for a guerdon.
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All June I bound the rose in sheaves,Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
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Yon rose-buds in the morning dew,How pure amang the leaves sae green!
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When love came first to earth, the SpringSpread rose-beds to receive him.
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Roses were sette of swete savour,With many roses that thei bere.
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Till the rose's lips grow paleWith her sighs.
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But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier,For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue,But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
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'Tis the last rose of summer,Left blooming alone.
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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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The rose distils a healing balmThe beating pulse of pain to calm.
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Rose of the Desert! thus should woman beShining uncourted, lone and safe, like thee.
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Rose of the Garden! such is woman's lot--Worshipp'd while blooming--when she fades, forgot.
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Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
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There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns.
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Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn,And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
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And when the parent-rose decays and dies,With a resembling face the daughter-buds arise.
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From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
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Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.
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There will we make our peds of roses,And a thousand fragrant posies.
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Hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
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The red rose on triumphant brier.
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And is there any moral shutWithin the bosom of the rose?
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The rosebuds lay their crimson lips together.
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483f62a
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Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they be withered.
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The budding rose above the rose full blown.
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The fresh eglantine exhaled a breath,Those odours were of power to raise from death.
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Rain-scented eglantineGave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun.
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Its sides I'll plant with dew-sweet eglantine.
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A wild rose roofs the ruined shed,And that and summer well agree.
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A brier rose, whose budsYield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
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