Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
530 . SongYonder pomp of costly fashion
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Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compar’d with real passion,
Poor is all that princely pride.
Mark yonder, &c. (four lines repeated).
What are the noisy pleasures? The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art: The polish’d jewels’ blaze May draw the wond’ring gaze; And courtly grandeur bright The fancy may delight, But never, never can come near the heart. In simplicity’s array; Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is, Shrinking from the gaze of day, But did you see, &c. And all resistless charming, Ambition would disown The world’s imperial crown, Ev’n Avarice would deny, His worshipp’d deity, And feel thro’ every vein Love’s raptures roll.