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A Red, Red Rose. By Robert Burns. O my Luve is like a red, red rose. That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody. That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
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My love is like a red red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Love's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune; As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry; Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with' the sun; And I will love thee ...
The best A Red, Red Rose study guide on the planet. The fastest way to understand the poem's meaning, themes, form, rhyme scheme, meter, and poetic devices.
The speaker is in awe of the beloved's beauty as he expresses in lines - 'So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,/ So deep in luve am I.' The speaker's commitment to love enduringly accentuates the profound nature of his affection, highlighting his sincerity and genuine heartfelt emotion.
12 de may. de 2022 · O my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune! As fair thou art, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I: And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry: Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will luve thee still my dear,
‘My Love’s Like a Red, Red Rose’ is one of the most widely anthologised love poems in English, but Robert Burns may have been writing down (and adapting) an existing folk song by that prolific author, ‘Anon’.
