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Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Lxxiii

Thomas Moore

Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower,
Till love approached one fatal hour,
And made my tender branches feel
The wounds of his avenging steel.
Then lost I fell, like some poor willow
That falls across the wintry billow!

(C) Thomas Moore
03/11/2020


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