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Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
'Twas a yellow rose,
By that south window of the little house,
My cousin Romney gathered with read more
'Twas a yellow rose,
By that south window of the little house,
My cousin Romney gathered with his hand
On all my birthdays, for me. save the last;
And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough,
For roses to stay after.
"For if I wait," said she,
"Till time for roses be,--
For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
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"For if I wait," said she,
"Till time for roses be,--
For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,--
"What glory then for me
In such a company?--
Roses plenty, roses plenty
And one nightingale for twenty?"
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
Go tell her all I fain would dare,
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Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
Go tell her all I fain would dare,
Tell her of hope; tell her of spring,
Tell her of all I fain would sing,
Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing.
You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?
You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.