Her hair clustered around her face like dark leaves round a pale rose.
Out of the black cave of time, terrible and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin.
He was like a common gardener walking with a rose.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
“That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.”
Alert and healthy natures remember that the sun rose clear.