Where To Find Free Tutorials & SVGs
For Making Paper Roses
For Making Paper Roses
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My go to favorite site for free Flower SVGS
Free svg from
This video tutorial is for a slightly different flower, not free, but it's similar enough that the video may be helpful:
Free template and tutorial from
Free Template (svg & pdf) from
Free svg & pdf versions, from
Free tutorial here: https://svghouse.com/how-to-make-paper-flowers-with-cricut/
Free Template here: https://svghouse.com/craft-library/
Camilla Rose
Free template and tutorial from
Felt roses with cricut - free svg
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NO SVGS - PDF ONLY
You can convert a pdf to svg here: https://convertio.co/pdf-svg/
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This one is a pdf file. Many paper flower templates are pdf files, because it's still fast to cut paper flowers by hand than with a cutting machine. However, you can convert a pdf to svg here: https://convertio.co/pdf-svg/
This one is also not an svg - this is a printable template
There's even a patterned version of the printable.
https://www.itsalwaysautumn.com/how-to-make-paper-rose-free-paper-rose-template.html
You can convert a pdf to svg here: https://convertio.co/pdf-svg/
A Smaller Design, Slightly different construction
There are no templates here, but this is one of the best overviews of how to make large paper flowers - sizing, petal arrangements, etc.
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SIZING TIPS
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SIZING TIPS
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There is no "standard" size. Every template has different sizes, and amounts of petals. And the finished size will vary slightly, depending on how exactly you assemble it. But these charts have some helpful guidelines.
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An Index Of Tips, Tutorials, and Free svgs for making Paper Flowers
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Romeo & Juliet
Act 2 Scene 2
"A rose by any other name"
Act 2, Scene 2
Jun. 23rd, 2016
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[Capulet's orchard. Enter Romeo]
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
“He, who’s never been rejected by a woman,
is making jokes about my broken heart”
[Romeo sees light coming from an upper window]
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun"
Romeo, Lines 1-9
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Diana
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
"sick and green"
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
[Juliet appears at the window]
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Celestial Sphere
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
Romeo, Lines 15-25a
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would, through the airy region, stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white upturnèd wond'ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
"winged messenger"
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Juliet, Lines 33-78
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would — were he not Romeo called —
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
[Aloud] I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
"o'erperch"
For stony limits cannot hold love out;
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
“Someone in love will dare to attempt
anything that love is capable of”
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Commercial Trade
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell, compliment.
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
“lovers break oaths so often
that it’s said that Jove, king of the gods,
laughs when it happens.”
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my behavior light.
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more coying to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discoverèd.
"light love", "dark night"
Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops —
"by yonder blessèd moon"
O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
"moon"
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
"idolatry"
If my heart's dear love —
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
Marriage Contract
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
“bud of love”
Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast!
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.
And yet I would it were to give again.
“I wish I had my vow
to give to you again”
Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
But to be frank, and give it thee again,
“frank”
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
[Nurse calls from within the house]
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Stay but a little, I will come again.
O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.
I come, anon. [To Romeo] But if thou meanest not well,
To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief.
A thousand times good night!
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
[Romeo retiring slowly. Re-Enter Juliet, above]
Hist, Romeo, hist! O, for a falc'ner's voice
The sport of falconry
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
“Being a child in a formal household,
I am bound to certain rules, which
prevent me from displaying
my emotions freely”
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my 'Romeo.'
“the cave where Echo lies”
It is my soul that calls upon my name.
"It is my soul that calls upon my name"
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
My nyas?
Falconry
I will not fail; 'tis twenty year till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
“I shall intentionally forget why I called
you back just so you won't leave”
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone;
And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
I would I were thy bird.
“a wanton’s bird”
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
Hence will I to my ghostly Friar’s close cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Friar
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