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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 19. Song. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Marlowe) ROSE Hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 107. The red rose on triumphant brier. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act III. L. 96. Sc. 1. And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air, The soul of her beauty and love lay bare. Shelley—The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Should this fair rose offend thy sight, Placed in i hy bosom bare, 'Twill blush to find itself less white, And turn Lancastrian-there. James Somerville—The White Rose. Other versions of traditional origin. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = I am the one rich thing that morn Leaves for the ardent noon to win; Grasp me not, I have a thorn, But bend and take my being in. Harriet Prescott Spofford—Flower Songs. The Rose. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It was nothing but a rose I gave her,— Nothing but a rose Any wind might rob of half its savor, Any wind that blows. Withered, faded, pressed between these pages, Crumpled, fold on fold,— Once it lay upon her breast, and ages Cannot make it old! Harriet Prescott Spofford—A Sigh. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The year of the rose is brief; From the first blade blown to the sheaf, From the thin green leaf to the gold, It has time to be sweet and grow old, To triumph and leave not a leaf. Swinburne—The Year of the Rose. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And half in shade and half in sun; The Rose sat in her bower, With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart. Bayard Taylor—Poems of the Orient. The Poet in the East. St. 5. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose? | author = Tennyson | work = The Day-Dream. Moral. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The fairest things have fleetest end: Their scent survives their close, But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose! Francis Thompson—Daisy. St. 10. I saw the rose-grove blushing in pride, I gathered the blushing rose—and sigh'd— I come from the rose-grove, mother, I come from the grove of roses. Gil Vicente—/ Come from the Rose-grove, Mother. Trans, by John Bowring. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Rose | page = 681 }}