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Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
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WHAT A ROSE CAN SAY

A rose can say I love you
And want you to be mine,
a rose can say I thank you
For being so very kind,

A rose can say congratulations,
Whatever the occasion may be,
a rose can say I miss you
And wish you were here with me,

A rose can say I’m sorry
If I’ve hurt you in any way,
a rose can say get well soon,
May God bless you today?

A rose can say I wish you happiness,
And the best for you each day.
A rose can say farewell
When someone goes away,

A rose can say hello,
I’m thinking of you today,
there are just so many wonderful things
That a rose can say,

A rose can say goodbye
When a love one is laid to rest,
No matter what there is to say,
A rose can say it best.

Балуемся перепиской с иностранцами?)))

Rose’s rose rose
In the light of the day
While the wind blows
Round its flowers of the lightest rosé.
Rose’s rose rose
In a way Rose may
When she grows
As her rose
Shows
How it grows
And by the end of the day
When her rose’s flowers’d close
And its head would sway
In the wind, Rose would say:
“My rose, as you rose
In the light of the day
Did you notice those,
The sounds of your stay?
Not only those of the day,
But, too, the ones of the dark, rose,
The ones of the dark and the moon in its pose.
Did you notice those, rose?
Did you notice those? ”
And the rose would know
What Rose would want to say
And it would sleep
With its flowers of the lightest rosé.
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.
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H. L. Mencken (1880 — 1956)
— More quotations on: [Idealism]
In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.
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Hubert H. Humphrey (1911 — 1978)
A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.
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Samuel McChord Crothers
— More quotations on: [Poetry]
At least two-thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity: idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religous or political ideas.
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Aldous Huxley (1894 — 1963)

Results from Laura Moncur’s Motivational Quotations:

The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.
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Heda Bejar
The roses, the lovely notes, the dining and dancing are all welcome and splendid. But when the Godiva is gone, the gift of real love is having someone who’ll go the distance with you. Someone who, when the wedding day limo breaks down, is willing to share a seat on the bus.
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Oprah Winfrey (1954 — ), O Magazine, February 2004
Science arose from poetry—when times change the two can meet again on a higher level as friends.
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 — 1832)
all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon — instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
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Dale Carnegie

Results from Classic Quotes:

Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 — 1882)
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
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William Shakespeare (1564 — 1616), «Romeo and Juliet», Act 2 scene 2

а вообще вот тут
самое известное стихотворение про розу — Р.Бернса и хотя оно широко известно, написано на староанглийском языке

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.

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The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rose bud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
~ John Boyle O’Rielly 1844-1890

My Love is Like a Red Red Rose

O, my love is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in june,
O, my love is like a melody that’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am i;
And I will love thee still, my dear till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And I will come again, my dear,
Tho»twere ten thousand mile …

Tho»twere ten thousand miles my dear,
Tho»twere ten thousand miles…
And I will come again, my dear,
Tho»twere ten thousand miles.