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ANACREON.
ODE lvi.
My Head is blanch'd with hoary Years,Snowy white my falling Hairs,
My Beauty gone, my Teeth decay'd,
And all the Zest of Life is fled.
I shudder at impending Fate,
Shudder at a future State.
Dark and joyless are the Plains
Where Pluto, grizly Monarch, reigns;
Deep, and terrible the Road
Leading to the drear Abode.
Styx with Ease we ferry o'er,
But they who pass return no more.
For this I sigh, for this complain,
But Sighs, and Groans, and Tears are vain.
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