['rəʊzɪz] or ['rozɪz]
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To dream of seeing roses blooming and fragrant, denotes that some joyful occasion is nearing, and you will possess the faithful love of your sweetheart. For a young woman to dream of gathering roses, shows she will soon have an offer of marriage, which will be much to her liking. Withered roses, signify the absence of loved ones. White roses, if seen without sunshine or dew, denotes serious if not fatal illness. To inhale their fragrance, brings unalloyed pleasure. For a young woman to dream of banks of roses, and that she is gathering and tying them into bouquets, signifies that she will be made very happy by the offering of some person whom she regards very highly.
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- So Laurie played and Jo listened, with her nose luxuriously buried in heliotrope and tea roses. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- You seem to be fond of roses, Sergeant? Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- My roses, he said when he came back, take care of mama. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- She answered it with a second laugh, and laughter well became her youth, her roses, her dimples, her bright eyes. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- I will attire my Jane in satin and lace, and she shall have roses in her hair; and I will cover the head I love best with a priceless veil. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- The Sergeant got on the subject of roses and the merits of grass walks and gravel walks immediately. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- As he wrote a word on his card and waited for an envelope he glanced about the embowered shop, and his eye lit on a cluster of yellow roses. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- But Beth's roses are sweeter to me, said Mrs. March, smelling the half-dead posy in her belt. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- He was to be another father to him, and they were all to live together in a garden of roses, weren't they? Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- And my roses smell sweet to you, and my trees give you shade. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- He found Mary in the garden gathering roses and sprinkling the petals on a sheet. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Fanny has been cutting roses, has she? Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
- Did you ever see such roses? Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Here is one for you, answered Helena quickly; both roses are red, so you can't complain I don't treat you fairly. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- She had some roses in her hand, and seemed to have stood still on seeing him, waiting for him. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- No aunt, no officers, no news could be sought after--the very shoe-roses for Netherfield were got by proxy. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
- Not a silly one, I hope, said Mary, beginning to pluck the roses again, and feeling her heart beat uncomfortably. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- If I had beheld a thousand roses blowing in a top set of chambers, in that withered Gray's Inn, they could not have brightened it half so much. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Do you think, she asked, glancing toward the stage, he will send her a bunch of yellow roses tomorrow morning? Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- We have sympathy, my roses, said Mr. Skimpole, sympathy for everything. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Hercules holding the distaff was but a faint type of Peter bearing the roses. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- It should be strewn with roses; it should lie through bowers, where there was no spring, autumn, nor winter, but perpetual summer. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- You may have worn sister roses very probably. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Wasn't it love among the roses! Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Fascination took rose-colour to mean the colour of roses. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- But buds will be roses, and kittens cats, more's the pity! Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Ah, Mr. Franklin, you wore my roses oftener than either you or she thought! Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- He put the roses in his breast and they walked on for a little while, slowly and silently, under the umbrageous trees. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- I smell roses, till I think I see the rose-leaves lying in heaps, bushels, on the floor. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
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