NO.1 A Red Red Rose By Robert Burns My love is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. Oh, my love is like a melody, That's sweetly played in tune. As fair as you, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love you still, my dear, Till all the seas gone dry. Till all the seas gone dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will love you till, my dear, While the sands of life shall run And fare you well, my only love! And fare you well, a while! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile. NO.2 She Walks in Beauty By Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How ...