My Peggys Face — текст песни (Burns Robert)





My Peggy`s Face
(Robert Burns)
My Peggy`s face, my Peggy`s form
The frost of hermit age might warm.
My Peggy`s worth, my Peggy`s mind
Might charm the first of human kind.
I love my Peggy`s angel air,
Her face so truly heavenly fair,
Her native grace so void of art:
But I adore my Peggy`s heart.
The lily`s hue, the rose`s dye,
The kindling lustre of an eye-
Who but owns their magic sway ?
Who but knows they all decay ?
The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The generous purpose, nobly dear,
The gentle look that rage disarms-
These are all immortal charms.
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