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GO, ROSE, GO by WILLIAM BEALE

First Line: GO, ROSE, GO, AND ON THEMIRA'S BREAST
Last Line: AND FOR MY RIVALS KEEP THY THORN.
Subject(s): FLOWERS; GARDENS & GARDENING; ROSES;
GO, Rose, go, and on Themira's breast
Find, happy flower, thy throne and tomb;
When jealous of a fate so blest,
How shall I envy thee thy doom?

Should some rude hand approach thee there,
Guard the sweet shrine thou wilt adorn;
Ah! punish those who rashly dare,
And for my rivals keep thy thorn.



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