SWEET is she that lo'es me, Burns. ROSEBUD by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, And drooping rich the dewy head, It scents the early morning. Burns. I' lightsome heart I pu'd a Rose And my fause luver staw the Rose, Burns. LL pu' the budding Rose, when For it's like a balmy kiss o' her sweet mou; Burns. TO MISS CRUIKSHANK, A VERY YOUNG LADY. EAUTEOUS Rose-bud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower; Never Boreas' hoary path, Never Eurus' poisonous breath, Taint thee with untimely blights! Never, never reptile thief Riot on thy virgin leaf! Nor ever Sol too fiercely view Thy bosom blushing still with dew! May'st thou long, sweet crimson gem, Richly deck thy native stem; Till some evening, sober, calm, Shed thy dying honours round, And resign to parent earth The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. Burns. OR there the Rose on crag and vale Blooms, blushing to her lover's tale, His queen, his garden queen, his Rose. Burns? EANTIME the clouds, imprest with livelier beams, Roll, in the lucid track of air, Array'd in colour'd brede, with semblances more fair. The airy troop, as on they sail, Thus the pensive stranger hail : "In the pure and argent sky, There our distant chambers lie; The bed is strew'd with blushing Roses Oft trembling, lest her bowers should fade William Lisle Bowles. 1762-1850. MELLOW light through the dim covert strayed, And opening Roses canopied the HERE fair Seville's Morisco turrets gleam On Guadalquivir's gently-stealing stream; Whose silent waters seaward as they glide Reflect the wild-Rose thickets on its side. Bowles. HE tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dew-drop on the Rose, When next the summer breeze comes by, The bush, the leaf, the flower is dry. Sir Walter Scott. 1771-1832. HE Rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The Rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. years! Sir Walter Scott. ("Lady of the Lake," Canto IV.) |