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I do beseech you,
  Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,
    What is your name?
      - William Shakespeare, The Tempest
         (Ferdinand at III, i)

And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
  Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
    Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
      The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.
      - Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant
         (pt. I)

Should this fair rose offend thy sight,
  Placed in thy bosom bare,
    'Twill blush to find itself less white,
      And turn Lancastrian there.
      - James Somerville, The White Rose

It was nothing but a rose I gave her,--
  Nothing but a rose
    Any wind might rob of half its savor,
      And wind that blows.
        . . . .
          Withered, faded, pressed between these page,
            Crumpled, fold on fold,--
              Once it lay upon her breast, and ages
                Cannot make it old!
      - Harriet Prescott Spofford, A Sigh

I am the one rich thing that morn
  Leaves for the ardent noon to win;
    Grasp me not, I have a thorn,
      But bend and take my being in.
      - Harriet Prescott Spofford,
        Flower Songs--The Rose

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
      - Gertrude Stein

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.
      - Algernon Charles Swinburne,
        The Year of the Rose

And half in shade and half in sun;
  The Rose sat in her bower,
    With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart.
      - Bayard Taylor,
        Poems of the Orient--The Poet in the East
         (st. 5)

And is there any moral shut
  Within the bosom of the rose?
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Day-Dream--Moral

The fairest things have fleetest end:
  Their scent survives their close,
    But the rose's scent is bitterness
      To him that loved the rose!
      - Francis Thompson, Daisy (st. 10)

I saw the rose-grove blushing in pride,
  I gathered the blushing rose--and sigh'd--
    I come from the rose-grove, mother,
      I come from the grove of roses.
      - Gil Vicente,
        I Come from the Rose-grove, Mother,
        (translated by John Bowring)

The coming spring would first appear, and all this place with roses strew, if busy feet would let them grow.
      - Edmund Waller

Go, lovely Rose!
  Tell her that wastes her time and me
    That now she knows.
      When I resemble her to thee,
        How sweet and fair she seems to be.
      - Edmund Waller, The Rose

How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower.
  The glory of April and May!
    But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
      And they wither and die in a day.
        Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
          Above all the flowers of the field;
            When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are lost,
              Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!
      - Isaac Watts, The Rose

It's just life Quincy . . . wake up, smell the thorns.
      - Jake Weber,
        as the character Drew in the movie "Meet Joe Black"

The rosebuds lay their crimson lips together.
      - Mrs. Amelia Ball Welby (nee Coppuck),
        Hopeless Love (st. 5)

The smiles of God's goodness.
      - Dr. Samuel Wilberforce

You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
      - Tom Wilson, from the "Ziggy" comic strip

Proud be the rose, with rain and dews her head impearling.
      - William Wordsworth

The budding rose above the rose full blown.
      - William Wordsworth

Far off, most secret, and invilate Rose.
  Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
    Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre
      Or in the wine vat, dwell beyond the stir
        And tumult of defeated dreams.
      - William Butler Yeats, The Secret Rose

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