“The budding rose above the rose full blown.”
William Wordsworth book The Prelude
Bk. XI, l. 121.
The Prelude (1799-1805)
Stanza 27
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes
“The budding rose above the rose full blown.”
William Wordsworth book The Prelude
Bk. XI, l. 121.
The Prelude (1799-1805)
“The best way to killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.”
José Saramago book The Cave
Source: The Cave (2000), p. 89 (Vintage 2003)
“I seek a form that my style cannot discover,
a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.”
Rubén Darío (1867–1916) Nicaraguan poet and writer
Prosas Profanas y Otros Poemas (Profane Hymns and Other Poems). I Seek a Form (1896).
“The bud is on the bough again,
The leaf is on the tree.”
Charles Jefferys (1807–1865) British music publisher
The Meeting of Spring and Summer, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Robert Herrick book Hesperides
"The Rose" (published c. 1648). Compare: "Flower of all hue, and without thorn the rose", John Milton, Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256.; "Every rose has it's thorn", Poison, "Every Rose Has Its Thorn".
Hesperides (1648)
Torquato Tasso (1544–1595) Italian poet
Deh mira (egli cantò) spuntar la rosa
Dal verde suo modesta e verginella;
Che mezzo aperta ancora, e mezzo ascosa,
Quanto si mostra men, tanto è più bella.
Ecco poi nudo il sen già baldanzosa
Dispiega: ecco poi langue, e non par quella,
Quella non par che desiata innanti
Fu da mille donzelle e mille amanti.<p>Così trapassa al trapassar d'un giorno
Della vita mortale il fiore, e 'l verde:
Nè, perchè faccia indietro April ritorno,
Si rinfiora ella mai, nè si rinverde.
Canto XVI, stanzas 14–15 (tr. Wickert)
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
Walter Scott (1771–1832) Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet
Canto IV, stanza 1. <br class="br"> The Lady of the Lake http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/3011 (1810)
Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909) English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic
Étude Réaliste.
Undated
Alfred Noyes (1880–1958) English poet
The Lord of Misrule
The Lord of Misrule and Other Poems (1915)
Context: He died and He went down to hell!
You know not what you mean.
Our rafters were of green fir. Also our beds were green.
But out of the mouth of a fool, a fool, before the darkness fall,
We tell you He is risen again,
The Lord of Life is risen again,
The boughs put forth their tender buds, and
Love is Lord of all!