Memoirs of the rose, in letters

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Page 61 - —Chabhatzeleth, in the original, is twice mentioned: first, in the book of Canticles, chap. ii. ver. 2, " I am the Rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys;" and again in Isaiah, chap. xxxv. ver. 1, " The F 3 wilderness and the solitary place shall he glad for them; and the desert shall
Page 92 - Som.—Let. him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a Red Rose from off this thorn with me. War.—I love no colours! and without all colour Of base insinuating flattery, I pluck this White Rose with Plantagenet.
Page 130 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In desarts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. " Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd: Bid her
Page 158 - And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind ; Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart, Already to sorrow resign'd. " This elegant Rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile; And the tear that is wip'd with a little address, May be followed perhaps by a smile.
Page 92 - with young Somerset; And say withal, I think he held the right. Ver.—Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more, Till you conclude—that he, upon whose side The fewest Roses are cropp'd from the tree, Shall yield the other in the right opinion. Som.—Good master Vernon, it is well objected : If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. Plan.—And
Page 24 - And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race; this is an art Which does mend nature,—change it rather: but The art itself is nature.
Page 93 - For pale they look with fear, as witnessing The truth on our side. Som.—No, Plantagenet, Tis not for fear, but anger,—that thy cheeks Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our Roses; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan.—Hath not thy Rose a canker, Somerset
Page 130 - forth, Suffer herself to be desir*d, And not blush so to be admir'd. " Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee,
Page 173 - So soon may I follow^ When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away; When true hearts lie wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
Page 93 - That shall maintain what I have said is true, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Plan.—Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. Suf.—Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

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