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I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet read more
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!
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.
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?
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Thus to the Rose, the Thistle:
Why art thou not of thistle-breed?
Of use thou'dst, then, be read more
Thus to the Rose, the Thistle:
Why art thou not of thistle-breed?
Of use thou'dst, then, be truly,
For asses might upon thee feed.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
'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.