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ROSE, Daily. 



Rosa quotidiana. 



That smile I would 

 aspire to ! 



Smiling she seem'd, and full of pleasing thought. 



Dryden. 



The pleasant hour 

 Only wants thy smile to bless it Anon. 



Who will, may pant for glory and excel, 



Her smile liis aim, all higher aims farewell ! . Cowper. 



Oh ! let me only breathe the air, 



The blessed air, that 's breath'd by thee, 



And whether on its wings it bear 



Healing, or death, 'tis sweet to me Moore. 



Smiles from reason flow and are of love the food. 



Milton. 

 Answer. 



Know, smiler, at thy peril thou art pleas'd, 

 Thy pleasure is the promise of thy pain, 

 The fancied med'cine heightens the disease. Young. 



ROSE, Damask. 

 Rosa damascena. 



Freshness. Fresh as the morn, and as the season fair ! . . Pope. 



Your lips disclose 

 The freshness of the op'ning rose ; 

 Your cheeks are beds of flowers, 

 Enripen'd by refreshing showers Gay. 



Her cheek was fresher than the morning rose 



When the dew wets its leaves Thomson, 



Sweet are the charms of her I love, 



More fragrant than the damask rose, 



Soft as the down of turtle dove, 



Gentle as air when zephyr blows, 



Refreshing as descending rains 



To sun-burnt climes, and thirsty plains. . . Booth. 



ROSE, Deep red. 



Bashful shame. ^ have marked a thousand blushing apparitions 



To start into her face ; a thousand innocent shames 

 In angel whiteness bear away those blushes. Shaks. 



From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, 



Ten thousand little loves and graces spring 



To revel in the roses Rowe. 



The crimson glow of modesty o'erspread 



Her cheek, and gave new lustre to her charms. 



Dr. Thos. Franklin. 



Still, from the sweet confusion, some new grace 

 Blush'd out by stealth, and languish'd in her face. 



Eusden's Ovid. 



So sweet the blush of bashfulness, 



Even pity scarce can wish it less ! . . . . Byron. 



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