 | The works of Anacreon, Sappho, Bion, Moschus and Musæus |  |
ODE XXXIV. TO HIS MISTRESS.
Though cold Winter o'er my BrowSheds a scatter'd Shower of Snow,
Waving Locks of silver Hair;
Fly me not, capricious Fair.
Though the Spring's enlivening Power
Blossoms in your Beauty's Flower,
Fly me not, nor slight my Love;
In this Chaplet, lo! are wove
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Roses red, and Lillies white:
We, methinks, resemble those;
I the Lilly, you the Rose.
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