Nancy.
By Robert Burns
I. Thine am I, my faithful fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry pulse along my veins, Ev'ry roving fancy. II. To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish: Tho' despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish. III. Take away those rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure: Turn away thine eyes of love, Lest I die with pleasure. IV. What is life when wanting love? Night without a morning: Love's the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"I...."
This evocative piece by Robert Burns, titled "Nancy.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...