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Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Lxxvi

Thomas Moore

Hither, gentle Muse of mine,
Come and teach thy votary old
Many a golden hymn divine,
For the nymph with vest of gold.

Pretty nymph, of tender age,
Fair thy silky looks unfold;
Listen to a hoary sage,
Sweetest maid with vest of gold!

(C) Thomas Moore
03/10/2020


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