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‘O my luve’s like a red, red rose’ and other beautiful quotations about roses

So, in the passing of a day, doth pass

The bud and blossom of the life of man

Torquato Tasso (1544–1595), Jerusalem Delivered (Gerusalemme Liberata), Verses XIV & XV, Canto 16, translated by Edward Fairfax (1560–1635)



Rosa indica vulgaris by Pierre-Joseph Redouté (1759ꟷ1840)


No April can revive thy wither’d flowers,

Whose blooming grace adorns thy beauty now

Samuel Daniel (1562–1619), Poem 31 from Delia (1592 version)


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.

Robert Burns (1759–1796), A Red, Red Rose


Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest,

And on her silver cross soft amethyst,

And on her hair a glory, like a saint:

She seem’d a splendid angel, newly drest

John Keats (1795–1821), from The Eve of St Agnes (XXV)


It was not in the Winter

Our loving lot was cast;

It was the time of roses—

We pluck’d them as we pass’d!

Thomas Hood (1798–1845), Ballad: Time of Roses


The rose-lipt girls are sleeping

In fields where roses fade.

Alfred Edward Housman (1859–1936), from A Shropshire Lad (LIV)


All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, (...)

Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

William Butler Yeats (1865–1939), The Lover Tells Of the Rose In His Heart


They are not long, the days of wine and roses

Ernest Dowson (1867–1900), Vitae Summa Brevis


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