Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.
Roses are red, violets are blue, they got ten, we only got two.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which.
I was expecting it to be cynical because I'm like that myself. I wouldn't want it to be all roses because life isn't like that.
Just like Love is yonder rose, Heavenly fragrance round it throws, Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, And in the midst of briars it blows Just like Love.
Russia does continue to battle us in the U.N. time and time again. I have clear eyes on this. I'm not going to wear rose-colored glasses when it comes to Russia, or Mr. (Russian President Vladimir) Putin. And I'm certainly not going to say to him, I'll give you more flexibility after the election. After the election, he'll get more backbone.
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
In friendship's fragrant garden, There are flowers of every hue. Each with its own fair beauty And its gift of joy for you. Friendship's Garden If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
If you want to say it with flowers, remember that a single rose screams in your face: 'I'm cheap!'
I could learn photography. That could be something to want. I could photograph children. I could have my own children. I would give them yellow roses. And if they got too loud, I would just put them some place quiet. Put them in the oven. And I would kiss them every day, and tell them you don't have to be anybody, because I would know that being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway.
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.
Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.
Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.
The American Beauty Rose can be produced in the splendor and fragrance which bring cheer to its beholder only by sacrificing the early buds which grow up around it. This is not an evil tendency in business. It is merely the working-out of a law of nature and a law of God.
I will send a shower of roses.
Every rose is an autograph from the hand of the Almighty God on this world about us. He has inscribed His thoughts in these marvelous hieroglyphics which sense and science have been these many thousand years seeking to understand.
Had it lived long, is would have been Lilies without, roses within.
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year.
Send two dozen roses to Room 424 and put "Emily, I love you" on the back of the bill.
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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