“O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses His yellow locks adorning, Dances with the hours and graces.” JoyHeavenHoursGraceFlowerSpringRoseYellowLocksSweetest Book:The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch Source: The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch
“Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.” LightDiesVisionShapesRoseFadesCheeksVicissitudes Book:The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch Source: The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch
