I'll seize the rosebuds in their perfumed bed, The violet knots, like curious mazes spread O'er all the garden, taste the ripened cherry, The warm, firm apple, tipped with coral berry. Then will I visit with a wandering kiss The vale of lilies and the bower of bliss, And where the beauteous region doth divide Into two milky ways, my lips shall slide Down those smooth alleys, wearing as I go A track for lovers on the printed snow.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.Robert Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying,And this same flower that smiles todayTomorrow will be dying.The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,The higher he's a-gettingThe sooner will his race be run,And nearer he's to setting.Robert Herrick
Yon rose-buds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!Robert Burns
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.james montgomery
The rosebuds lay their crimson lips together.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they be withered.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.Robert Herrick
Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which, when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds fill'd with snow.