All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears.
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
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.
One rose says more than the dozen.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.