I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.Andrew Marvell
’T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.edward moore
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew. In quiet she reposes: Ah! would that I did too.Matthew Arnold
I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.thomas haynes bayly
Satin rays and coloured days Stark blue horizons Naked limbs and wheat bins, hazy afternoons Voicing, rejoicing the wine cups do bring Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and rosesgordon lightfoot
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.algernon charles swinburne
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.james beattie
See truth, love, and mercy in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay, They are rich in their pride and their splendor; But still more do I love to wander away To the meadow so sweet, Where down at my feet, The harebell blooms modest and tender.
The roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of him who plucks them; for they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty.hannah more
roses were sette of swete savour, With many roses that thei bere.Geoffrey Chaucer
It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast: It was the time of roses We pluck'd them as we pass'd.thomas hood
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.Alexander Pope
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
Though the way of religion has thorns in it with respect to persecution, yet it is full of roses with respect to that inward peace and contentment that the soul finds in it.
I question not if thrushes sing, if roses load the air. Beyond my heart I need not reach when all is summer there.
With her ankles sunken in asphodel She wept for the roses of earth which fell.
roses are...also beautiful when they scatter.