Home pageOscar WildeThe Nightingale and the RoseAnd a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose. The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde (1888). Illustrated by Charles Robinson (1913)

And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose. The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde (1888). Illustrated by Charles Robinson (1913)

And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose. The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde (1888). Illustrated by Charles Robinson (1913)

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