Rose Quotations

 

 

A Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. ___________Gertrude Stein, Geography and Plays

 

 

 

It will never rain roses: when we want
To have more roses we must plant more trees.___George Eliot, The Spanish Gypsy

 

 

Roses at first were white,
Till they co'd not agree
Whether my Sappho's breast
Or they more white sho'd be

But being vanquisht quite,
A blush their cheeks bespread:
Since which (believe the rest)
The roses first came red.____________________Herrick, How Roses Came Red

 

 

 

As rich and purposeless as is the rose,
"Oh! what a pity
"I've only one nose"!_______________________Laura E. Richards, The Difference

 

 

 

This world that we're a-livin' in
Is mighty hard to beat;
You git a thorn with every rose,
But ain't the roses sweet!____________________Frank L. Stanton, This World

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

Sweet as the rose that died last year is the rose that is born today.
_______________________________________Cosmo Monkhouse, A Dead March

 

 

 

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways._____W.B Yeats, The Rose of Battle

 

 

 

Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh._______________________Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer

 

 

 

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, Go, Lovely Rose

 

 

 

A primrose by the river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.___________________Wordsworth, Peter Bell, I

 

 

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxslips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine._____Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost,V, 2

 

 

Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.________________Shelley, To____(Music, When Soft Voices Die)

 

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