I did but see him, and he disappeared, I did but touch the Rosebud, and it fell; A sorrow unforeseen and scarcely feared, So ill can mortals their afflictions spell. 650Katherine ne e Fowler Philips
Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.Robert Herrick
A white Rosebud for a guerdon.
No flower of her kindred, No Rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
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