Special education of the republic of uzbekistan

O, MY LUVE’S LIKE A RED, RED ROSE
O, my luve¹ is like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June;

O, my luve is like the melodie,²

That’s sweetly play’d in tune

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,³

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.⁴

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear.

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;⁵

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life⁶ shall run.

And fare-thee-weel,⁷ my only luve!

And fare-thee-well a while!

And I will come again, my luve,

Tho’⁸ it were ten thousand mile!

By Robert Burns

¹ luve = love

² melodie = melody

³ bonnie lass = pretty girl

⁴ till a’ (=all) the seas gang (=go) dry

⁵ wi' the sun = with the sun

⁶ o’ life = of life

⁷ fare-thee-weel = fare thee well

⁸ tho’ = though

EVENINGS

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;

The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;

The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep,

And evening’s breath, wandering here and there

Over the quivering surface of the stream.

Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream,

There are no dews on the dry grass tonight,

Nor damp within the shadow of the trees;

The wind is intermitting, dry and light;

And in the inconstant motion of the breeze

The dust and straws are driven up and down,

And whirled about the pavement of the town.
By P.B. Shelley