Just like Love is yonder rose, Heavenly fragrance round it throws, Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, And in the midst of briars it blows, Just like Love. Indian life: a tale of the Carnatic - Page 243 by Mary Anna Hartley - 1840 Full view - About this book
...Burns, is a pleasant fancy upon this subject: " From the white blossomed sloe, my dear Chloe requested " Just like love is yonder rose, Heavenly fragrance...tears its dewy leaves disclose, And in the midst of briers it blows, Just like love. Culled to bloom upon the breast, Since rough thorns the stem invest,...