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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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| Role | Contributor |
|---|---|
| Reader | John Gordon Sinclair |
| Writer | Robert Burns |
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Works written in 1788—The works of Robert Burns
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Works read by John Gordon Sinclair—The works of Robert Burns
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