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The works of Anacreon, Sappho, Bion, Moschus and Musæus | ||
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ODE V. ON THE ROSE.
To make the Beverage divine
Mingle sweet Roses with the Wine;
Delicious will the Liquor prove,
For Roses are the Flowers of Love:
And while with Wreaths of Roses crown'd,
Let Laughter and the Cup go round.
Mingle sweet Roses with the Wine;
Delicious will the Liquor prove,
For Roses are the Flowers of Love:
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Let Laughter and the Cup go round.
Hail, lovely Rose! to thee I sing,
Thou sweetest Daughter of the Spring:
All Mortals prize thy Beauties bright;
In thee the Pow'rs above delight.
Gay Cupid, with the Graces bland,
When lightly bounding Hand in Hand,
With nimble Feet he beats the Ground,
Shows his bright Locks with Roses crown'd.
Here then the flow'ry Garland bring;
With Numbers sweet I'll wake the String,
And crown'd with Roses, heav'nly Flow'rs!
Admitted, Bacchus, to thy Bow'rs,
With snowy-bosom'd Sappho gay
I'll dance the feather'd Hours away.
Thou sweetest Daughter of the Spring:
All Mortals prize thy Beauties bright;
In thee the Pow'rs above delight.
Gay Cupid, with the Graces bland,
When lightly bounding Hand in Hand,
With nimble Feet he beats the Ground,
Shows his bright Locks with Roses crown'd.
Here then the flow'ry Garland bring;
With Numbers sweet I'll wake the String,
And crown'd with Roses, heav'nly Flow'rs!
Admitted, Bacchus, to thy Bow'rs,
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I'll dance the feather'd Hours away.
The works of Anacreon, Sappho, Bion, Moschus and Musæus | ||