O my friend like a red red rose... that newly spung in june… o my friend like a melody .. that swtly… — Ayu Vats(Facebook Name Copy Share Image
“Her lips like a dew on a red rose Her eyes like a rainbow In every drop of rain walking goddess glistened… — Kshanasurya Copy Share Image
“The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I… — Alfred, Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what… — Louis Armstrong Copy Share Image
If it's not from June or Mary, who is it from? It's a question to query. Who shall I thank for this… — Gregory Isaacs Copy Share Image
There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry; And he heard that lady sing at… — William Morris Copy Share Image
My heart is a red rose. When happy, it sparkles brillianly. When sad it bleeds and forms a dark puddle under it.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy… — William Morris Copy Share Image
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the… — Ovid Copy Share Image
“I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I… — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
“I've been waiting for you," he murmured. Aphrodite slowly walked across the balcony, as her mind raced, trying to think of the… — Jennifer Paquette Copy Share Image
What a time herbs and weeds, and such things could talk, A man in his garden one day did walk, Spying a… — John Heywood Copy Share Image
“Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“He grabs me and scoops me up like I weigh nothing, then he raises his voice as he swings around, angry and… — Katy Evans Copy Share Image
I wish he would just tell me hi, its like every time I like him more and more but I'm afraid to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“During the Reformation and the Enlightenment, nature came to be understood in a mechanistic sense as bereft of any capacity for divine… — Tina Beattie Copy Share Image
“The rose is a symbol of the inner mysteries of Witchcraft. A red rose symbolizes the mysteries as they reside in Nature,… — Raven Grimassi Copy Share Image
“The late fall weather was perfect for the picking of herbs, and they scoured the woods and moors. Barber especially wanted purslane;… — Noah Gordon Copy Share Image
“I walked the short distance to Nogizaka, then strolled up and down Gaienhigashi-dori. It took awhile, but I finally spotted it. There… — Barry Eisler Copy Share Image
“Mindy.” he softly said my name. “Tell me…my beautiful red rose,” he continued, “why must you let this thorny bush grip onto… — Deb Apodaca Copy Share Image
I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Eva: Do you know why I chose your ring? Gideon: Red is our color. Red dress in limos. red fuck-me heels at… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“When I returned, not to Berlin, but to Hamburg in the midst of the fog of the beginning of winter, to the… — Kathy Acker Copy Share Image
The difference between you and her (whom I to you did once prefer) Is clear enough to settle: She like a diamond… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice,… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
“Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily?… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
