“Today in my heart
a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are
as white as my pain.”
Federico García Lorca (1898–1936) Spanish poet, dramatist and theatre director
“The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.”
The Little White Rose
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I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp…" by Hugh MacDiarmid?
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Scottish poet, pen name of Christopher Murray Grieve 1892–1978Related quotes
“What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
William Shakespeare book Romeo and Juliet
Juliet, Act II, scene ii.
Variant: A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Source: Romeo and Juliet (1595)
Christina Rossetti (1830–1894) English poet
Hope is like a Harebell; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
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Song The Isle of Capri
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Smokey Robinson (1940) American R&B singer-songwriter and record producer
I Second That Emotion, written by Smokey Robinson and Al Cleveland (1967)
Song lyrics, With The Miracles
“Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:”
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1736/ <br class="br">The Rose (1893) <br class="br">Context: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!<br>Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:<br>Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;<br>The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,<br>Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
José Martí (1853–1895) Poet, writer, Cuban nationalist leader
As translated in Spanish-American Poetry : A Dual-language Anthology (1996) by Seymour Resnick
Variant translation:
I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frankly. <p> And for the cruel person who tears out
the heart with which I live,
I cultivate neither nettles nor thorns:
I cultivate a white rose.
Simple Verses (1891), I Grow a White Rose
John Boyle O'Reilly (1844–1890) Irish-born poet and novelist
A White Rose, lines 1-4, in In Bohemia (1886), p. 24.