This file is all about roses. Also see Flowers and Wild Flowers, Gardening, Spring and Flowers, and Trees.



Quotes


Roses

(George Eliot)

You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!


To a Wild Rose

(Merrilou Thomas)

Fairest of flowers sprinkled with dew,
You blossom in summer and bring beauty new.
There's no way to tell you how lovely you are . . .
You're bright as the sunshine compared to a star.
Your perfume floats softly o'er meadow and hill
And when, comes the winter, it lingers there still.
You brighten the pathway, entwine with the tree.
No, there's not a flower as lovely as thee.


My Wild Rose

(from Walls of Corn and Other Poems by Ellen P. Allerton)

I had a garden, which I kept
With busy hands and tender care;
And once, while carelessly I slept,
Fanned softly by the drowsy air,
A wild rose to my garden crept,
And blossomed there.

O, sweet surprise. It seemed to me,
Some fair hand, my heart to bless,
Had brought it there, from wood or lee.
It came unsought 'twas loved no less;
I stooped and touched it tenderly,
With soft caress.

I grew to love it passing well;
While strange exotics, rich and rare,
With heart of gold and crimson bell,
Paid grudgingly for constant care,
My wild rose, as in a woodland dell,
Bloomed fresh and fair.

I watered not, I did not prune,
I tied it not with cord or thong;
Yet, morn by morn and noon by noon,
Through days of summer, hot and long,
And underneath the midnight moon,
From branches strong

Hung clustered blossoms sweet and red;
And day by day and week by week,
I trod the path which toward it lead.
Whate'er my mood. I did not speak,
But close against bowed my head
And pressed my cheek.

I think of it with sudden thrill.
Now wide lands lie, deep water flows,
Smiles many a vale, looms many a hill
Between me and the garden-close;
Yet fondly I remember still
My sweet wild rose.

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Songs about Rose (name) and rose (flower)

I started to separate the flower songs from the name songs but you can't always tell by the title and many of the songs I couldn't find lyrics for. That may be a project I tackle when I retire unless someone wants to volunteer.


Songs about Thorns


Songs about Primroses


Songs with rose-related words


Singers and Groups with the word rose

Some of the song titles on this page come from Eric's Thematic Songlists

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