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O rose! the sweetest blossom,
  Of spring the fairest flower,
    O rose! the joy of heaven.
      The god of love, with roses
        His yellow locks adorning,
          Dances with the hours and graces.
      - James Gates Percival, Anacreontic (st. 2)

The sweetest flower that blows,
  I give you as we part
    For you it is a rose
      For me it is my heart.
      - Frederick Peterson (used pseudonym Pai Ta-shun),
        At Parting

There was never a daughter of Eve but once, ere the tale of her years be done,
  Shall know the scent of the Eden Rose, but once beneath the sun;
    Though the years may bring her joy or pain, fame, sorrow or sacrifice,
      The hour that brought her the scent of the Rose, she lived it in Paradise.
      - Susan K. Phillips, The Eden Rose,
        quoted by Kipling in "Mrs. Hauksbee Sits it Out", published anonymously in St. Louis "Globe-Democrat", July 13, 1878

Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn,
  And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
      - Alexander Pope, Autumn (l. 36)

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
      - Alexander Pope, Essay on Man
         (ep. I, l. 200)

Like roses, that in deserts bloom and die.
      - Alexander Pope, Rape of the Lock
         (canto IV, l. 158)

And when the parent-rose decays and dies,
  With a resembling face the daughter-buds arise.
      - Matthew Prior, Celia to Damon

Behold the glowing blush upon the rose.
      - Thomas Buchanan Read

The rose
  Propt at the cottage door with careful hands,
    Bursts its green bud, and looks abroad for May.
      - Thomas Buchanan Read

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.
      - Thomas Buchanan Read, The New Pastoral
         (bk. VII, l. 51)

The rose does not bloom without thorns.
  True: but would that the thorns did out outlive the rose.
    [Ger., Die Rose bluht nicht ohne Dornen. Ja: wenn nur aber nicht die Dornen die Rose uberlebten.]
      - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul),
        Titan (zykel 105)

The rose saith in the dewy morn,
  I am most fair;
    Yet all my loveliness is born
      Upon a thorn.
      - Christina Georgina Rossetti,
        Consider the Lilies of the Field

I watched a rose-bud very long
  Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
    Waiting to see the perfect flower:
      Then when I thought it should be strong
        It opened at the matin hour
          And fell at even-song.
      - Christina Georgina Rossetti, Symbols

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
  And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
    The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
      And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
      - Sir Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake
         (canto IV)

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new.
      - Sir Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake
         (canto IV)

From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
      - William Shakespeare

O'ercanopied with luscious woodbine, with sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.
      - William Shakespeare

The red rose on triumphant brier.
      - William Shakespeare

The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
      - William Shakespeare

And thorough this distemperature we see
  The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
    Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
      And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
        An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
          Is, as in mockery, set.
      - William Shakespeare,
        A Midsummer Night's Dream
         (Titania at II, i)

Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
  Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier,
    Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
      As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,
        I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
      - William Shakespeare,
        A Midsummer Night's Dream
         (Thisby at III, i)

Let him that is a true-born gentleman
  And stands upon the honor of his birth,
    If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
      From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Sixth, Part I
         (Plantagenet, Duke of York at II, iv)

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
  With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed,
    And in my standard bear the arms of York
      To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
        And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown
          Whose bookishrule hath pulled fair England down.
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Sixth, Part II
         (Plantagenet, Duke of York at I, i)

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
      - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
         (Juliet at II, ii)

'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--'
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Merry Wives of Windsor
         (Evans at III, i)

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