ROSE, White Transient impressions. What speaks the pale and drooping flower? 



and withered. Of joy that withers in an hour ! .... T. Dale. 



Quickly wither'd like your love away. . . . Anon. 



Love, hitherto a transient guest, 



Ne'er held possession in his breast. .... Swift. 



Lightly won, and lightly lost, love, I shed no tears for 



thee ; 

 There was little to remember, and nothing to regret. 



L. E. L. 



I have no parting sigh to give, 



So take my parting smile same. 



ROSE, without a thorn. 



Rosa inermis. 



Ingratitude. 



If there be a crime 



Of deeper dye than all the guilty train 

 Of human vices, 'tis ingratitude. 



Dr. Thomas Franklin's Earl of Warwick. 



How oft does seeming worth, that thornless rose, 

 Caress'd and nurtured by affection's hand, 

 Shoot out ingratitude's rough thorns, and wound 

 The gentle hand that tends it S. P. C. 



Ah, me ! how oft does goodness wound itself, 

 And sweet affection prove the spring of wo. 



Shake. 



ROSE, Yellow. 



Yellow Sweet Briar. 



Rosa lutea. 



The decrease of love, Tne warmest love may sink by slow decay 

 on belter acquaintance. 



Byron. 



For several virtues, I have liked several women ; 

 Never any with so full soul, but some defect in her 

 Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, 

 And put it to the foil Shaks. 



ROSE, York and Lancaster. 



Rosa versicolor. 



War. Such war of white and red within her cheeks. Shaks. 



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There is a white cloud o'er the moon, its form 



Is very light, and yet there sleeps the storm ; 



It is an omen, it may tell the fate 



Of love known all too soon, repented all too late. 



Thomson's Masquerade. 



A chase of idle hopes and fears, 

 Begun in folly, closed in tears. 



The beacon sign of inward strife, 

 Was that cheek's flushing red. 



Byron. 



. . L.E.L. 



