Poem by Robert Burns

On Seeing Miss Fontenelle in a Favourite Character

SWEET naivete of feature,
  Simple, wild, enchanting elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,
  Thou art acting but thyself.

Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected,
  Spurning nature, torturing art;
Loves and graces all rejected,
  Then indeed thou’dst act a part.

1. Farewell to Ballochmyle
2. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
3. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
4. Young Highland Rover
5. Farewell, Thou Stream

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