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Roses are reddish Violets are bluish If it weren't for Christmas We'd all be Jewish.
The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.
Great is the rose That challenges the crypt, And quotes milleniums Against the grave.
Rose was so full of life and passion that sometimes she seemed more human than I was.
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.
Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
You know why Guns n' Roses aren't a good band? Because no black people listen to them.
Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware.
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
Jesse: " Hey Rose, welcome back. Still breaking hearts?" Rose: " Are you volunteering?
From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.
Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose.
The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on, could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose.
All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer.
A good writer must have more than vin rosé in his veins, use more than Chablis for ink.
Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.
Whatever may happen the sun will rise tomorrow as it rose to-day, beneficent and serene.
In those dark times, one rose to the very heights of humanity by simply remaining human.
Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.
Let us fill urns with rose-leaves in May And hive the the trifty sweetness for December!
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
I always felt that the boiled potato, not the tudor rose, should be the national emblem.
We can be together, Rose. Soon. We're almost there. And nothing will ever keep us apart.
Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.
A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.
I earned my first steady paycheck watering rose bushes at a nursery for a dollar an hour.
Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.
You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.
And don't put a rose in my hand. Put a slim-jim in it. Send me to heaven with a slim-jim!
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose, But later on you're comin' out them pantyhose.
Plant now the roses of Hope, Love, Promise, God Consciousness, and the Glory of your Soul.
The older I get the more I trust in the law according to which the rose and the lily bloom.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.
I want my body to help fertilize the growth of a cactus or cliff rose or sagebrush or tree.
The final event to himself has been, that as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick.
I like roses, ones with sharp thorns. Pretty to look at but hurts to touch, that's like me.
Rose never propagandize its fragrant, but its own fragrance spreads through its surrounding.
When Jesus died on the cross, so did your sin; when He rose from the dead, so did your HOPE.
The most desired gift of love is not diamonds or roses or chocolate. It's focused attention.
If the power goes out, business stops... whether you sell roses or youre a big manufacturer.
Negativland through rose colored glasses. If 'mice are from Mars,' Greek Buck is from Venus.
The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.
I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.