<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anna</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,<br> A place where body saw na;<br>Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine<br> The gowden locks of Anna.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hungry Jew in wilderness<br> Rejoicing o'er his manna<br>Was naething to my hiney bliss<br> Upon the lips of Anna.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye Monarchs take the East and West<br> Frae Indus to Savannah:<br>Gie me within my straining grasp<br> The melting form of Anna!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There I'll despise Imperial charms,<br> An empress or sultana,<br>While dying raptures in her arms,<br> I give an' take wi' Anna!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awa, thou flaunting God of Day!<br> Awa, thou pale Diana!<br>Ilk star, gae hide thy twinkling ray,<br> When I'm to meet my Anna!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, in thy raven plumage, Night<br> (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a')<br>And bring an Angel-pen to write<br> My transports with my Anna!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Kirk an State may join, an tell<br> To do sic things I maunna:<br>The Kirk an State may gae to Hell,<br> And I'll gae to my Anna.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is the sunshine o' my e'e,<br> To live but her I canna:<br>Had I on earth but wishes three,<br> The first should be my Anna.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506428" data-title="Anna de Robert Burns" data-description="Yestreen I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine The gowden locks of Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness Rejoicing o'er his manna Was naething to my hiney bliss Upon the lips of Anna. Ye Monarchs t..."></div> </div> </div>

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