ENGLISH POEMSO my luve is like a red, red rose.1. O MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSEO my luve is 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 bonie 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’s the sunAnd I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sand o’life-shall run,And fare thee weel, my only luve!And fare thee weel a while!And I will come again, my luve!Tho’it were ten thousand mile.2. YOUR BEAUTY AND MY REASON(ANORMOUROUS – ENGLAND)Like two proud armies marching in the field,Joining a thundering fight, each scorns to yield,So in my heart your beauty and my reason,The one claims the crown, the other says tis treason.But o! your beaty shineth as the sun.And dazzled Reason yields as...