Living
Anna, Thy Charms
From Poems and Songs, 1788
Living
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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Burns, Robert. “Anna, Thy Charms.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/burns/227/.
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Burns, Robert. “Anna, Thy Charms.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/burns/227/.
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