Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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An Ode of ANACREON. |
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An Ode of ANACREON.
My Hairs are hoary, wrinkled is my Face,
I lose my Strength, and all my Manly Grace;
My Eyes grow dim, my Teeth are broke or gone,
And the best part of all my Life is done;
I lose my Strength, and all my Manly Grace;
My Eyes grow dim, my Teeth are broke or gone,
And the best part of all my Life is done;
I'm drown'd in Cares, and often sigh and weep;
My Spirits fail me, broken is my Sleep;
Thoughts of the gaping Grave distract my Head;
For in its Paths 'wake or asleep we tread;
My Spirits fail me, broken is my Sleep;
Thoughts of the gaping Grave distract my Head;
For in its Paths 'wake or asleep we tread;
None can from it, by Art their Feet restrain;
Nor back, thô wide its Gates, can come again.
Then since these Ills attend the Life of Man,
Let's make their Burden easy as we can.
Nor back, thô wide its Gates, can come again.
Then since these Ills attend the Life of Man,
Let's make their Burden easy as we can.
Cares are no Cares, but whilst on them we think,
To clear our Minds of such dull Thoughts, let's drink.
To clear our Minds of such dull Thoughts, let's drink.
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