“Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.”
“The Last Rose of Summer”, Stanza 1.
Thomas Moore [1780-1852].
From Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations by John Bartlett.
Published by Little, Brown and Company. 1955. Page 439.
To read more about Thomas Moore: Poetry Foundation.
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