Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows,… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
Sweet pliability of man's spirit, that can at once surrender itself to illusions, which cheat expectation and sorrow of their weary moments!… — Laurence Sterne Copy Share Image
I heard a fella say once he'd rather have a rose bud when he was alive than to have a whole rose… — Home Run Baker Copy Share Image
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer. — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“When a man loves you, you will know. You will know it not by the expensive gifts he buys you or thousand… — Sakshi Chanana Copy Share Image
To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
When my way is too rough for my feet, or too steep for my strength, I get off it to some smooth… — Laurence Sterne Copy Share Image
Each one of us has it in themselves to be a free spirit, just as every rose bud has in it a… — Rudolf Steiner Copy Share Image
I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
