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" At
every step the child should be allowed to meet the
real experience of life; the thorns should never be
plucked from his roses." |
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" It
is at the edge of the petal that love waits." |
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" The
sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part.
For you it is a Rose, For me it is my heart." |
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" If
the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it
grew, it would not have been the miracle that it
is." |
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" A
rose is a rose is a rose." |
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" Yet,
O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet.
What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay
at thy feet?" |
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" A
profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain
speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring." |
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" And
I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand
fragrant posies." |
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"
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my
roses to see you." |
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" Rose
of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have
come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the
wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that
calls us on; the sweet far thing." |
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" The
rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the
theory now goes That the apple’s a rose." |
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"
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk." |
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"
Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest
flowers that in the forest grew." |
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" Oh,
my luve’s like a red, red rose, That ’s newly sprung
in June; Oh, my luve’s like the melodies That’s
sweetly played in tune." |
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" The
red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose
breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And
the white rose is a dove." |
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" And
I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand
fragrant posies." |
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" I
cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim
coming times, May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem." |
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"
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time." |
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" I
know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips
and the nodding violet grows Quite overcanopied with
luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with
elgantine." |
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" A
single rose can be my garden...a single friend, my
world." |
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" When
love first came to Earth, the Spring spread
rose-beds to receive him." |
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" Love
is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but
willing to draw blood in its defense." |
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" The
world is a rose, smell it and pass it to your
friends." |
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" A
primrose by the river's brim
A yellow rose was to him.
And it was nothing more." |
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" But
earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness." |
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" Love
Planted a rose,
And the world turned sweet,
Where the wheatfield blows
Love planted a rose.
Up the mill-wheel's prose
Ran a music beat.
Love planted a rose,
And the world turned sweet." |
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