Quote by Thomas More

'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.


'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lov

Summary

This quote speaks of the solitary beauty of the last remaining rose of summer. As the speaker observes this lone flower still blooming, they lament the loss of its once vibrant companions who have now faded away. The quote highlights the transient nature of seasons and life, emphasizing the poignant beauty and resilience found in the final moments of something precious and fleeting, like the last blooming rose.

By Thomas More
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