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I did not pray Him to lay bare
The mystery to me,
And His own face to see.
Our loving lot was cast:
We pluck'd them as we pass'd.
O beautiful, royal Rose,
O Rose, so fair and sweet! Queen of the garden art thou,
And the Clay at thy feet! Yet, O thou beautiful Rose!
Queen rose, so fair and sweet,
Without the Clay at thy feet?
(See also LOVEMAN under RAIN) Oh, raise your deep-fringed lids that close
To wrap you in some sweet dream's thrall;
You wore but last night at the ball.
French.) See WERNER's Readings No. 8.
R. W. GILDER—The White and Red Rose.
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
Pflücke Rosen, weil sie blühn,
Morgen ist nicht heut!
Morgen ist nicht heut.
To-morrow is yet far away.
In to-morrow or to-day. GLEIM-Benutzung der Zeit.
(See also HERRICK Under TIME) 9 It is written on the rose
In its glory's full array:
Woo on, with odour wooing me,
Faint rose with fading core;
Will bloom forevermore.
Night. Pt. III.
Ont le pire destin;
L'espace d'un matin.
Rose! thou art the sweetest flower,
MOORE-Odes of Anacreon. Ode XLIV.
MOORE/Odes of Anacreon. Ode LV.
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 256.
D. M. MOIR—The White Rose.
4 While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
MONTGOMERY—The Adventures of a Star.
5 Two roses on one slender spray
In sweet communion grew,
And drank the evening dew.
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
(See also VILLON under Snow)
J. G. PERCIVAL-Anacreontic. St. 2.
The sweetest flower that blows,
I give you as we part
For me it is my heart.
There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day
long, In the time of my childbood 'twas like a sweet
dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. MOORE—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of
No rosebud is nigh,
Or give sigh for sigh.
Left blooming alone.
There was never a daughter of Eve but once, ere
the tale of her years be done, Shall know the scent of the Eden Rose, but once
beneath the sup; Though the years may bring her joy or pain,
fame, sorrow or sacrifice, The hour that brought her the scent of the Rose,
she lived it in Paradise. SUSAN K. PHILLIPS—The Eden Rose. Quotes!
by KIPLING in Mrs. Hauksbee Sits it Oud. Published anonymously in St. Louis Glule Democrat, July 13, 1878.
Hoary-headed frosts There is no gathering the rose without being Fall in the fresh lap of the crim.son rose. pricked by the thorns.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. PILPAY-The Two Travellers. Ch. II. Fable VI. L. 107. Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn,
The red rose on triumphant brier. And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act III. Sc. 1. Pope-Autumn. L. 36.
L. 96. 3 Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 200. Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air, Like roses, that in deserts bloom and die.
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare. POPE--Rape of the Lock. Canto IV. L. 158. SHELLEY—The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. (See also CHAMBERLAYNE under OBSCURITY)
Should this fair rose offend thy sight,
Placed in thy bosom bare,
And turn Lancastrian there.
JAMES SOMERVILLE-The White Rose. Other We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,
versions of traditional origin. Dewy as the morning and coloured like the
dawn; Little tents of odour, where the bee reposes,
I am the one rich thing that morn Swooning in sweetness of the bed he dreams
Leaves for the ardent noon to win; upon.
Grasp me not, I have a thorn, THOS. BUCHANAN READ-The New Pastoral. But bend and take my being in. Bk. VII. L. 51.
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD—Flower Songs.
Nothing but a rose
Any wind might rob of half its savor, live the rose.
Any wind that blows. JEAN PAUL RICHTER-Titan. Zykel 105. 8
Withered, faded, pressed between these pages, The rose saith in the dewy morn,
Crumpled, fold on fold, I am most fair;
Once it lay upon her breast, and ages Yet all my loveliness is born
Cannot make it old! Upon a thorn.
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD—A Sigh. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI—Consider the Lilies of the Field.
The year of the rose is brief;
From the first blade blown to the sheaf, I watched a rose-bud very long
From the thin green leaf to the gold, Brought on by dew and sun and shower, It has time to be sweet and grow old, Waiting to see the perfect flower:
To triumph and leave not a leaf.
SWINBURNE—The Year of the Rose.
And half in shade and half in sun;
The Rose sat in her bower, 10
With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart. The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
BAYARD TAYLOR—Poems of the Orient. The And hope is brightest when it dawns from Poet in the East. St. 5.
fears; The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
And is there any moral shut SCOTT_Lady of the Lake. Canto IV.
Within the bosom of the rose? 11
TENNYSON—The Day-Dream. Moral.
Their scent survives their close,
FRANCIS THOMPSON-Daisy. St. 10. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I, Sc. 1. L. 254. 13
I saw the rose-grove blushing in pride, There will we make our peds of roses,
I gathered the blushing rose and sigh'd And a thousand fragrant posies.
I come from the rose-grove, mother, Merry Wives of Windsor. Act III. Sc. 1. L. I come from the grove of roses. 19. Song.
GIL VICENTE-I Come from the Rose-grove, (See also MARLOWE)
Mother. Trans. by JOHN BOWRING.
Go, lovely Rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
When I resemble her to thee,
EDMUND WALLER—The Rose.
The glory of April and May! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day. Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
Above all the flowers of the field; When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are
lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! ISAAC WATTS—The Rose.
Its sides I'll plant with dew-sweet eglantine.
As through the verdant maze
THOMSON—The Seasons. Spring. L. 105.
In cultured soil and genial air,
Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair,
The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue, Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister
rose! WHITTIER—The Bride of Pennacook. Pt. III.
The rosebuds lay their crimson lips together.
AMELIA B. WELBY-Hopeless Love. St. 5.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they be withered.
Wisdom of Solomon. II. 8.
And that and summer well agree.
A brier rose, whose buds Yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
L. E. LANDON—The Oak. L. 17.
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
WORDSWORTH-The Prelude. Bk. XI.
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
And tumult of defeated dreams.
A waft from the roadside bank
Tells where the wild rose nods.
Fuller's regiment. The Vicar of Bray was said to be REV. SYMON SYMONDS; also Dr. FRANCIS CASWELL. A Vicar of Bray, in Berkshire, Eng., was alternately Catholic and Protestant under Henry VIII., Edward VI., Mary, and Elizabeth. See FULLERWorthies of Berkshire. SIMON ALEYN (ALLEN) named in BROM's Letters from the Bodleian. Vol. II. Pt. I. P. 100.
Ce n'est que lorsqu'il expira
country wide, There was no cause for weeping, save when
the good man died. BERANGER-Le Roi Yvetot. Rendering of THACKERAY-King of Brentford.
(See also PEACOCK under EPITAPH) Der König herrscht aber regiert nicht.
The king reigns but does not govern. BISMARCK-In a debate in the Reichstag. Jan.
24, 1882. He denied the application of this maxim to Germany.
(See also HÉNAULT, THIERS) The Prussian Sovereigns are in possession of a crown pot by the grace of the people, but by God's grace. BISMARCK-Speech in the Prussian Parliament.
(1847) St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was
for France. Sing, “Honi soit qui mal y pense.” Black-letter Ballad. London. (1512)
God bless the King—I mean the faith's de
fender; God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender; But who the pretender is, or who is KingGod bless us all—that's quite another thing.
JOHN BYROM-Miscellaneous Pieces.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns. CARLYLE— Past and Present. Bk. III. Ch.
That man is deceived who thinks it slavery to live under an excellent prince. Never does liberty appear in a more gracious form than under a pious king. CLAUDIANUS—De Laudibus Stilichonis. III.
113. 15 'Tis a very fine thing to be father-in-law To a very magnificent three-tailed bashaw. GEORGE COLMAN (The Younger)—Blue Beard.
Act III. Sc. 4.
7 Many a crown Covers bald foreheads. E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. L.
La clémence est la plus belle marque
Clemency is the surest proof of a true monarch.
I loved no King since Forty One
When Prelacy went down,
And preached against the Crown.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
I am lord of the fowl and the bruté.
Now let us sing, long live the king.
COWPER-History of John Gilpin.
And kind as kings upon their coronation day. DRYDEN–Fables. The Hind and the Panther.
Pt. I. L. 271.
Whatever I can say or do,
I'm sure not much avails;
Whichever side prevails.
Vicar of Bray. In Posthumous Works.
Have took the covenant,
And with the saints, a saint.
Vicar of Bray.
When royalty no harm meant,
And so I got preferment.
1710. Also said to have been written by
A man's a man,
GEORGE ELIOT-Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I. Who made thee a prince and a judge over us?
Exodus. II. 14.