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 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. 
 Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
 How pure amang the leaves sae green!  
 Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
 How pure amang the leaves sae green! 
 The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
 Most perfect dies.  
 The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
 Most perfect dies. 
 I wish I might a rose-bud grow
 And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
  To place read more 
 I wish I might a rose-bud grow
 And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
  To place me on that breast of snow
   Where I should bloom a wintry flower. 
 Till the rose's lips grow pale
 With her sighs.  
 Till the rose's lips grow pale
 With her sighs. 
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
 O rose, who dares to name thee?
 No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
  But pale, read more 
 O rose, who dares to name thee?
 No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
  But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,--
   Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. 
 "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?" 
 Rose were sette of swete savour,
 With many roses that thei bere.  
 Rose were sette of swete savour,
 With many roses that thei bere.