Earle, Alice Morse, 1851-1911 · New York, London, The Macmillan company · leaf 589
CHAPTER XXII ROSES OF YESTERDAY “ Each morn a thousand Roses brings, you say ; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday ? ” — Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam , translated by Edward Fitzgerald, 1858. … come. Many a flower lover since Chaucer has felt as did the poet : — “The savour of the Roses swote Me smote right to the herte rote.” The old-time Roses possess most fully this hid- den power. Sweetest of all was the old Cabbage Rose — called by some the Provence Rose — for its perfume “ to be…
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