- Sang pelangi datang dan pergi, yang indah hanyalah si kuntum rose, tulis si Wordsworth di keheningan Lake District.
- Rose ialah rose ialah rose ialah rose, rintih pujangga Stein.
- In the driest whitest stretch of pain's infinite desert, I lost my sanity and found this rose, sapa si Rumi.
- What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet, ujar Shakespeare.
- Oh, my love's like a red, red rose kata Burns di suatu musim panas di Ayr.
- Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread, but give us roses, ungkap Oppenheim.
- Sekuntum mawar merah, sebuah puisi, nyanyi Alleycats.
- Seterusnya, kataku di suatu musim luruh di Kelvingrove:Di kedinginanBegini,KalaulahHarummuDapat ke mari,MenyapakuTak kupeduliBekunya Glasgow
01 August 2007
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