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ROSE. 
A bed of Lilies flower upon her cheek, 
And in the midst was set a circling Rose. 
P. FLETCHER. 
Its velvet lips the bashful Rose began 
To show, and catch the kisses of the sun; 
Some fuller blown, their crimson honours shed; 
Sweet smelt the golden chives that graced their head. 
FAWKES. 
The lady Lily, paler than the moon, 
. And Roses, laden with the breath of June. 
BARRY CORNWALL. 
There was the pouting Rose, both red and white. 
ANON. 
And first of all the Rose; because its breath 
Is rich beyond the rest; and when it dies 
It doth bequeath a charm to sweeten death. 
BARRY CORNWALL. 
And thou, most lovely Rose, 
Of tint most delicate, 
Fair consort of the morn; 
Delighted to imbibe 
The genial dew of heaven, 
Rich vegetation’s vermeil-tinctured gem. 
April’s enchanting herald, 
Thou flower supremely blest, 
And queen of all the flowers, 
Thou formest around my locks 
