|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Rose, Musk (Rosa Moschata)|
|I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,|
A fresh-blown musk-rose; twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer.
KeatsTo a Friend who Sent some Roses.
| And mid-Mays eldest child,|
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eyes.
KeatsOde to a Nightingale.