ROBERT BURNS

1759 - 1796

This poem provides an example of a simile.

O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is 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!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve,

To Simile in the Glossary
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    And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
    Tho' it were ten thousand mile!