Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
199 . SongMy Peggys Charms
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The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.
Her face so truly heavenly fair, Her native grace, so void of art, But I adore my Peggy’s heart. The kindling lustre of an eye; Who but owns their magic sway! Who but knows they all decay! The generous purpose nobly dear, The gentle look that rage disarms— These are all Immortal charms.