The sprig of eglantineF. HartFrom this bleeding hand of mineTake this sprig of eglantine,Which, though sweet unto your smell,Yet the fretful briar will tell,He who plucks the sweets shall proveMany thorns to be in love.
← LibraryF. Hart · songThe sprig of eglantinelyrics: Robert HerrickAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThe sprig of eglantinelyrics: Robert HerrickFromfɹˈɒmthisðˈɪsbleedingblˈiːdɪŋhandhˈændofˈɒvminemˈaɪnTaketˈeɪkthisðˈɪssprigspɹˈɪɡofˈɒveglantineˈɛɡlɑːntˌiːn,Whichwˈɪtʃ,thoughðˈəʊsweetswˈiːtuntoˈʌntʊyourjˈɔːsmellsmˈɛl,Yetjˈɛttheðəfretfulfɹˈɛtfəlbriarbɹˈaɪəwillwˈɪltelltˈɛl,HeˈhiːwhohˈuːplucksplˈʌkstheðəsweetsswˈiːtsshallʃˈælprovepɹˈuːvManymˈɛnithornsθˈɔːnztotˈuːbebˈiːinˈɪnlovelˈʌv.