98 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Rose, Maiden Blush 
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I will find it out. 
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?— Marlow, 
Rose, Multiflora . Grace. 
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep. 
Shot forth peculiar graces.— Milton. 
Rose, Mundi. Variety. 
Variety alone gives joy. 
The sweetest meats the soonest cloy.— Prior. 
Rose, Musk . Capricious beauty. 
They cried : “Labelle dame sans merci 
Hath thee in thrall .”—Keats 
Rose Musk, Cluster. Charming. 
And neixt my heart I’ll wear her. 
For fear my jewel tire.— Burns. 
Rose, Single . Simplicity. 
Humble Quiet builds her cell 
Near the course where Pleasure flows.— Gray, 
Rose, Thornless . Early attachment. 
Rose, Unique . Call me not beautiful. 
Rose, White. lam worthy of you. 
Rose, White (withered) ... Transient impressions. 
Sighing and moaning, on ilka green learning. 
The flowers of the forest are all wede away.— J. Elliot. 
Rose, Yellow. Decrease of love. Jealousy. 
Or pining Love shall waste their youth. 
And Jealousy with rankling tooth.—Gray. 
