Robert Burns ( )

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  MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion
    Round the wealthy titled bride:
  But when compard with real passion,
    Poor is all that princely pride.
    What are their showy treasures?
    What are their noisy pleasures?
The gay gaudy glare of vanity and art:
    The polishd jewels blaze
    May draw the wondring gaze,
    And courtly grandeur bright
    The fancy may delight,
But never never can come near the heart.

  But did you see my dearest Chloris,
    In simplicitys array;
  Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is,
    Shrinking from the gaze of day.
    O then, the heart alarming,
    And all resistless charming,
In Loves delightful fetters she chains the willing soul!
    Ambition would disown
    The worlds imperial crown;
    Even Avarice would deny
    His worshippd deity,
And feel thro every vein Loves raptures roll.

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Auld Rob Morris
  2. Contented wi Little
  3. Meg o the Mill
  4. Open the Door to Me, Oh!
  5. No Churchman am I

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