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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Utinam populus Romanus unam cervicem haberet! Would that the Roman people had but one neck! Suetonius. In Life of Caligula ascribes it to Caligula. Seneca and Dion Cassius credit it to the same. Ascribed to Nero by others.

ROSE Rosa

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met. Thos. Haynes Bayly—She Wore a Wreath of Roses. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me. Thos. Haynes Bayly—The Rose That all are

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Go pretty rose, go to my fair, Go tell her all I fain would dare, Tell her of hope; tell her of spring, Tell her of all I fain would sing, Oh! were I like thee, so fair a tiding. Mike Beverly—Go Pretty Rose. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Thus to the Rose, the Thistle: Why art thou not of thistle-breed? Of use thou'dst, then, be truly, For asses might upon thee feed. F. N. Bodenstedt—The Rose and Thistle. Trans, from the German by Frederick Ricord. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies. Maria Brooks—Written on Seeing Pharamond. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples. E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,— Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. E. B. Browning—A Dead Rose. | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me, save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after. E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. VI. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too, Who both antedate our mission In an unprepared season? E. B. Browning—A Lay of the Early Rose. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = "For if I wait," said she, "Till time for roses be,— For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,— "What glory then for me In such a company?— Roses plenty, roses plenty And one nightingale for twenty?" E. B. Browning—A Lay of Che Early Rose. | author =  | work =  | place =  | note =  | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Red as a rose of Harpocrate. E. B. Browning—Isobel's Child. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Burmann}} under {{sc|Secrecy}}) | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? E. B. Browning—Lord Walter's Wife. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A white rosebud for a guerdon. E. B. Browning—Romance of the Svmn'sN est. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. Robert Browning—One Way of Love. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. Bryant—A Scene on Ike Banks of the Hudson. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'! Burns—The Posie. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Yon rose-buds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green! Burns—To Chforis. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him. Campbell—Song. When Love Came First to Earth. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Roses were sette of swete savour, With many roses that thei bere. Chaucer—The Romaunt of the Rose. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 678 }}