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A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
~ Robert Frost~
O Rose! who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,---
Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee.
~ Elizabeth Barret Browning~
I dream of a red-rose tree.
And which of its roses three
Is the dearest rose to me?
~ Robert Browning~
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
lily has a rose
no rose i've
and losing's less than winning(but
love is more than love)
~e. e. cummings~
Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love's delight.
She would none of all my posies--
Bade me gather her blue roses.
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
Surreal and unususal
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.