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		Music was a thing of the soul — a rose-lipped shell that murmured of the eternal sea — a strange bird singing the songs of another shore.
	
	  J. G. Holland J. G. Holland
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		The indignity of it!-
With everything blooming above me,
Lilies, pale-pink cyclamen, roses,
Whole fields lovely and inviolate,-
Me down in the fetor of weeds,
Crawling on all fours,
Alive, in a slippery grave.
	
	  Theodore Roethke Theodore Roethke
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		What the woman who labors wants is the right to live, not simply exist ... the right to life, and the sun and music and art ... The worker must have bread, but she must have roses too.
	
	  Rose Schneiderman Rose Schneiderman
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		Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
	
	  Joanne Rowling Joanne Rowling
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		Just as the pioneers made the desert blossom as a rose, so too our lives and families will blossom if we follow their example and embrace their traditions. Yes, pioneer faith is needed as much in the world today as in any period of time. Once again, we need to know that heritage. We need to teach it, we need to be proud of it, and we need to preserve it.
	
	  L. Tom Perry L. Tom Perry
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		I played in Kent's triumphant Second XI Trophy final team last season, ironically against Hampshire 2nds at the Rose Bowl last September, finishing with 2-17 off six overs.
	
	  James Hibberd James Hibberd
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		I say it speeds thee not That Christ rose from the grave, So long as thou art still To death and sin a slave.
	
	  Angelus Silesius Angelus Silesius
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		Oh, this is the joy of the rose;
That it blows,
And goes.
	
	  Willa Cather Willa Cather
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		I chose as the campaign logo a blue rose, which means 'make possible the impossible.' I think the British with Brexit, then the Americans with the election of Donald Trump, did that: They made possible the impossible.
	
	  Marine Le Pen Marine Le Pen
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		In the garden of thy heart, plant naught but the rose of love.
	
	  Bahá'u'lláh Bahá'u'lláh
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		To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field; Odours that rise When the spade wounds the root of tree, Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, Rhubarb or celery; The smoke's smell, too, Flowing from where a bonfire burns The dead, the waste, the dangerous, And all to sweetness turns. It is enough To smell, to crumble the dark earth, While the robin sings over again Sad songs of Autumn mirth." - A poem called DIGGING.
	
	  Edward Thomas Edward Thomas
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		I would like to thank those who spoke boldly against the 'gay marriage float' in the 2014 Rose Parade. Apparently, that vigorous opposition came from perhaps millions of people, and it had a significant influence on how the matter was handled on network and cable television.
	
	  James Dobson James Dobson
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		For the readers out there, if your girlfriend says she's having a girls' weekend, do not show up with a bottle of rose. No one wants to see your face there.
	
	  Jessica St. Clair Jessica St. Clair
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		I said the same things to Axl [Rose] that everyone said to me when me and Joe Perry were fighting.
	
	  Steven Tyler
			
			
				Aerosmith Steven Tyler
			
			
				Aerosmith
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		But to a higher mark than song can reach,
Rose this pure eloquence.
	
	  William Wordsworth William Wordsworth
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		She cut her eyes to the woods and whispered, "We're not alone, remember?" "I don't care who hears it. I love you!" His voice rose louder this time. She frowned. "Nothing's changed." "Everything has changed," he said.
	
	  Christie Craig Christie Craig
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		Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
	
	  Amy Lowell Amy Lowell
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		O Spirit of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun; The gilded evenings, calm and late, When merry children homeward run, And peeping stars bid lovers wait. Bring back the singing; and the scent Of meadowlands at dewy prime;- Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summertime!
	
	  William Allingham William Allingham