A Quote by Goodale Sisters
Here bloom red roses, dewy wet,
And beds of fragrant mignonette.
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And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.
Out of the fragrant heart of bloom, The bobolinks are singing; Out of the fragrant heart of bloom The apple-tree whispers to the room, "Why art thou but a nest of gloom While the bobolinks are singing?
I know a little garden close
Set thick with lily and red rose,
Where I would wander if I might
From dewy dawn to dewy night.
And have one with me wandering.
I like looking wet, sweaty, dewy, fresh.
A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.
I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
It is by believing in roses that you make them bloom.
Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Ever since Blessed Alan de la Roche re-established this devotion the voice of the people, which is the voice of God, called it the Rosary. The word Rosary means "Crown of Roses" that is to say that every time people say the Rosary devoutly they place a crown of one hundred and fifty-three red roses and sixteen white roses upon the heads of Jesus and Mary. Being heavenly flowers these roses will never fade or lose their exquisite beauty.
Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.
The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.
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