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Poem by Robert Burns


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IT is na, Jean, thy bonnie face,
  Nor shape that I admire,
Although thy beauty and thy grace
  Might weel awake desire.
Something, in ilka part o’ thee,
  To praise, to love, I find;
But dear as is thy form to me,
  Still dearer is thy mind.

Nae mair ungenerous wish I hae,
  Nor stronger in my breast,
Than if I canna mak thee sae,
  At least to see thee blest.
Content am I, if Heaven shall give
  But happiness to thee:
And as wi’ thee I’d wish to live,
  For thee I’d bear to die.



Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
  2. Could Aught of Song
  3. Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame
  4. Behold the Hour
  5. Mark Yonder Pomp


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