Odes of Anacreon translated from the Greek, into English verse |
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| XV. | XV.—HAPPY LIFE. |
| XVI. |
| XX. |
| XXXVI. |
| XXXVII. |
| XLVIII. |
| L. |
| LI. |
| LII. |
| LIII. |
| LIV. |
| LXII. |
| LXVI. |
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XV.—HAPPY LIFE.
(By Dr. Broome.)
The wealth of Gyges I despise,
Gems have no charms to tempt the wise;
Riches I leave, and such vain things,
To the low aim and pride of kings.
Let my bright hair with unguents flow,
With rosy garlands crown my brow:
This sun shall roll in joy away;
To-morrow is a distant day.
Gems have no charms to tempt the wise;
Riches I leave, and such vain things,
To the low aim and pride of kings.
Let my bright hair with unguents flow,
With rosy garlands crown my brow:
This sun shall roll in joy away;
To-morrow is a distant day.
Then while the hour serenely shines,
Toss the gay die, and quaff thy wines;
But ever in the genial hour,
To Bacchus the libation pour,
Lest death in wrath approach, and cry,
Man—taste no more the cup of joy!
Toss the gay die, and quaff thy wines;
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To Bacchus the libation pour,
Lest death in wrath approach, and cry,
Man—taste no more the cup of joy!
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