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229. Song-Anna, thy Charms

ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!

Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure ’twere impious to despair
So much in sight of heaven.


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Poem 229. Song-Anna, thy Charms - Robert Burns