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Ode{s} to the Rose

Updated on August 9, 2015

Beautiful rose



Ode{s} to the Rose is a collection of poetry dedicated to one of our most familiar flowers, admired throughout the world. Garden varieties and those that grow as a native in the wider countryside have attracted the attention of Poets for centuries.

Below I have collated a small selection of such poems. The only connection I can claim to these verses is that I have collated them from archaic books. Some may be familiar to readers some may not. I have dedicated this article to those poets of days gone by, and hope that in some small way their words are kept alive for the enjoyment of future generations, who may otherwise have missed out on their work. Please enjoy.

Roses brighten any garden


" Rose! thou art the sweetest flower

That ever drank the amber shower;

Rose! thou art the fondest child,

Of dimpled Spring, and wood-nymph wild;

Even the gods who walk the sky,

Are amorous of thy scented scented sigh"

Illustration of Rosa regusa

Love in a Rose bud

" As late each flower that sweetest blows,

I plucked, the garden pride;

Within the petals of a Rose,

A sleeping Love I spied"

" Around his brows a beamy wreath

Of many a lucent hue:

All purple glowed his cheek beneath,

Inebriate with dew"

{ Colleridge}

Lovely coloured cultivar

Rosa Coupe d, Hebe
Rosa Coupe d, Hebe | Source

A Thought of the Rose

" How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom,

Rose! ever wearing beauty of thy dower!

The bridal day-the festival-the tomb-

Thou hast thy part in each, thou stateliest flower.

Therefore, with thy soft breath, come floating by,

A thousand images of love and grief;

Dreams, filled with tokens of mortality;

Deep thoughts of all things beautiful and brief.

Not such thy spell o're those who hailed thee first,

In the clear light of Eden's golden day;

There thy rich leaves to crimson glory burst,

Linked with no dim remembrance of decay.

Rose! for the banquet gathered, and the bier!

Rose! coloured now by human hope or pain;

Surely, where death is not,nor change,nor fear,

Yet we may meet thee,joy's own flower again"

{ Mrs Hemans}

The next is a poem composed by a blind child.

" If this delicious grateful flower,

Which blooms but for a little hour,

Should to the sight as lovely be,

As from its fragrance seems to me,

A sigh must then its colour show,

For that's the softest joy I know.

And sure the Rose is like a sigh

Born just to soothe and then to die.

" My father when our fortune smiled,

When jewels decked his sightless child;

Their glittering worth the world might see;

But ah! they shed no sweets for me!

Still has the present failed to charm,

The trickling drops bedew'd my arm ;

And sure the gem to me most dear,

Was a kind father's pitying tear"

Rose with raindrops


The Rose of Summer

" Child of the Summer charming Rose,

No longer in confinement lie;

Arise to light,thy form disclose,

Rival the spangles of the sky.

The rains are gone, the storms are o're,

Winter retires to make thee way;

Come then, thou sweetly -blushing flow'r,

Come, lovely stranger,come away.

The sun is dress'd in beaming smiles,

To give thy beauties to the day;

Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales,

To fan thy bosom as they play"


The Moss Rose

" The Angel of the Flowers, one day,

Beneath a rose tree , sleeping lay;

That spirit to whom charge is given;

To bathe young buds in dews of heaven;

Awaking fro his light repose,

The Angel whispered to the Rose;-

" Oh fondest object of my care;

Still fairest found, where all is fair;

For the sweet shade thou giv'st to me,

Ask what thou wilt, 'tis granted thee!"

" Then", said the Rose with deepened glow,

" On me another grace bestow."

The spirit paused in silent thought:-

What grace was there the flower had not ?-

" Twas but a moment-o're the Rose-

A veil of Moss, the Angel throws;

And robed in nature's simplest weed,

Could there a flower that Rose exceed?"

{ German}

Bright and fresh flowers


To My Beloved Daughter by Mary Robinson

" The Rose that hails the morning,

Arrayed in all its sweets,

Its mossy couch adorning,

The sun enarmoured meets.

Yet when the warm beams rushes,

Where hid,it gloom, it lies,

O'rewhelmed with glowing blushes,

The hapless victim dies.

Sweet maid, this Rose discovers

Hoe frail is beauty's doom,

When flattery round it hovers,

To spoil its proudest bloom:

Then shun each gaudy pleasure,

That lures thee on to fade,

And guide thy beauty's treasure,

To decorate a shade"

And finally-The Last Rose of Summer

" 'Tis the last Rose of summer,

Left blooming alone,

All her lovely companions,

Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

No rose- bud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes,

And give sigh for sigh"

I will not leave thee, thou lone one,

To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go,sleep now with them,

Thus kindly I scatter,

Thy leaves on the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,

When friendships decay,

And from love's shining circle,

The gems drop away;

When true hearts lie withered,

And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit,

This cold world alone?"

{ T. Moore}

A bloom in winter



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    • D.A.L. profile image

      Dave 3 years ago from Lancashire north west England


      Hi Deb, your very welcome. Thank you for visit it is appreciated. Best wishes to you.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Nothing says the same thing as a rose. Thanks for offering these.

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      Dave 3 years ago from Lancashire north west England


      hello Eddy, thank you my friend for your kind comments. Unlike the excellent poetry you produce time after time, mine is just a collection I have come across, over the years. Glad you enjoyed . Best wishes to you.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      This is such a truly beautiful gem DAL as of course all your work is. Voting up and wishing you a great day ahead.


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      Dave 3 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      cat on a soapbox,

      hi Catherine, hope your roses appreciate your efforts and produce magnificent blooms. Thank you for your kind words and sharing these poems was a pleasure. Best wishes to you.

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      Catherine Tally 3 years ago from Los Angeles

      A lovely collection, each so beautifully inspired- my favorite being A Thought of the Rose. Just this past week, we pruned our roses and gave them their organic meals and compost. I love to anticipate that first flush of perfect blooms in Spring! Thank you, Dave, for sharing these. What a treat! I hope you enjoy your day.

      Cat :)

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      Dave 3 years ago from Lancashire north west England


      Hi Devika , Glad to have shared it with you. Thank you also for the vote up and useful. Best wishes to you.

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Beautiful photos presented with a beautiful Rose poem. I like roses in all colors. You have created another great hub. Voted up and useful.