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ODE LXV. ON HIMSELF.
I lately thought, delightful Theme!
Anacreon saw me in a Dream,
The Teian Sage, the honey'd Bard,
Who call'd me with a sweet Regard;
I, pleas'd to meet him, ran in haste,
And with a friendly Kiss embrac'd.
Anacreon saw me in a Dream,
The Teian Sage, the honey'd Bard,
Who call'd me with a sweet Regard;
I, pleas'd to meet him, ran in haste,
And with a friendly Kiss embrac'd.
'Tis true, he seem'd a little old,
But gay and comely to behold;
Still bow'd to Cytherea's Shrine.
His Lip was redolent of Wine:
He reel'd as if he scarce could stand,
But Cupid led him by the Hand.
But gay and comely to behold;
Still bow'd to Cytherea's Shrine.
His Lip was redolent of Wine:
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But Cupid led him by the Hand.
The Poet, with a gentle Look,
A Chaplet from his Temples took,
That did of sweet Anacreon breathe,
And smiling gave to me the Wreath.
I from his Brow the flow'ry Crown
Receiv'd, and plac'd it on my own:
Thence all my Woes unnumber'd flow,
E'er since with raging Love I glow.
A Chaplet from his Temples took,
That did of sweet Anacreon breathe,
And smiling gave to me the Wreath.
I from his Brow the flow'ry Crown
Receiv'd, and plac'd it on my own:
Thence all my Woes unnumber'd flow,
E'er since with raging Love I glow.
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