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ANACREONTIC, FROM JULIANUS ÆGYPTIUS.

TRANSLATION.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

As a garland once I wove,
I found, amid the roses, Love:
Fast by the wings the rogue I caught,
And drench'd him in a copious draught.
Heedless wretch! I took the cup,
And drank it to the bottom up.
Still I feel his tingling dart
Still he flutters at my heart.