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A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
WALT WHITMAN, Leaves of Grass
- Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
- Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
- W. B. YEATS, To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time
- O rose, thou art sick!
- The invisible worm,
- That flies in the night,
- In the howling storm
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- Has found out thy bed
- Of crimson joy,
- And his dark secret love
- Does thy life destroy.
WILLIAM BLAKE, The Sick Rose
Language of flowers. They like it because no-one can hear.
- The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
- The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:
- While the Lily white shall in love delight,
- Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
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