Queen Elizabeth

plural Queen Elizabeths

1. Rosa ‘Queen Elizabeth’, a pink grandiflora rose cultivar.

   Bouquets of roses from her garden filled the room. It was the only thing she had requested, her Tropicana roses in brilliant red and orange and her prized Queen Elizabeths.

   2011, Julian Guthrie, “Suffering”, in The Grace of Everyday Saints: How a Band of Believers Lost Their Church and Found Their Faith, Boston, Mass.; New York, N.Y.: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, →ISBN, page 150

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   Now why should this magnificent, almost iridiscent flower, so splendid a grower, be called Super Star, and not some delightfully feminine name? I am to blame for that.[…]There were just those three Super Stars in the world, blooming anonymously in Tantau’s garden, when I first saw them. But it was different with Queen Elizabeth. There were thousands, literally thousands, of Queen Elizabeths in existence when I first made that great lady’s acquaintance,[…]

   1970, Harry Wheatcroft, In Praise of Roses, London: Barrie & Jenkins, page 24

   Finally, she got up at dawn one morning to see what was eating the roses. She was astounded to find a magnificent 6-point stag browsing among the roses, and then choosing one of her Queen Elizabeths for breakfast!

   2001, Linda Schiphorst McCoy, “Expecting”, in It’s News To Me!: Messages Of Hope For Those Who Haven’t Heard: Gospel Sermons for Advent/Christmas/Epiphany, Cycle A, Lima, Oh.: CSS Publishing Company, Inc., →ISBN, page 24

   The streets were strewn with rose petals, the ice company froze roses in huge blocks of ice, there was a grand parade with forty floats and eight bands. And for the Rose Queen they soaked a wicker pony cart in Barnett’s Creek overnight and wove the stems of two thousand roses into the wet wicker. They did it every April until the war, and after that they never could muster the enthusiasm for it again, and now seventy years later all they do is plant these pitiful mildewed Queen Elizabeths in the municipal flower beds so they can still call themselves the City of Roses.

   2008, Bailey White, “Almost Gone”, in Nothing with Strings: NPR’s Beloved Holiday Stories, New York, N.Y.: Scribner, page 188