The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower: Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of… — Thomas More Copy Share Image
