The Flowering Plants of Great Britain, Volume 1 |
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... When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But ( for their virtue only is their show ) They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade , Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so , Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made .
... When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But ( for their virtue only is their show ) They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade , Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so , Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made .
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