What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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I'll buy you 11 Roses; 10 real and 1 fake. And I'll love you until the last rose dies. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
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THE WILD ROSE” – BY WENDELL BERRY Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual I live by you unaware,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
“Climb,” Matthew said, pointing to the top of a rise. “If you want to see her.” Though we couldn’t be far from… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours, trouble… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Facebook is blue, no mutual friends, who the hell are you? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If with the water’s rosy hue comparison be made, Carmine tears and dewy flowers seem of the self-same shade. Yet lady’s tears… — Cao Xueqin Copy Share Image
When I met you my heart skipped a beat the sun became the moon cold became heat roses weren't red violets weren't… — Author Name Copy Share Image
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Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
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