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Bob Dylan has cited "A Red, Red Rose" as the most influential poem in his life.

A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns, 1759 - 1796
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.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve,
    And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
    Though it were ten thousand mile.



 



 

Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Born in Alloway, Scotland, on January 25, 1759, Robert Burns was the

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O were my love yon Lilac fair,  
  Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,  
  When wearied on my little wing!
How I wad mourn when it was torn         
  By Autumn wild, and Winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing,  
  When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. 
O gin my love were
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I'm now arrived—thanks to the gods!—  
  Thro' pathways rough and muddy,  
A certain sign that makin roads  
  Is no this people's study:  
Altho' Im not wi' Scripture cram'd,         
  I'm sure the Bible says  
That heedless sinners shall be damn'd,  
  Unless they mend their ways.
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Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,  
  And waste my soul with care;  
But ah! how bootless to admire,  
  When fated to despair!  
  
Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
  To hope may be forgiven;  
For sure 'twere impious to despair  
  So much in sight of heaven.