From Anacreon: Ode Xxxiii Poem by Peter John Allan

From Anacreon: Ode Xxxiii



Nymph of the flashing eye and sprightly air,
The rosy cheek, and yellow waving hair,
Arrest thy flying footsteps, and draw near;
Say, why do hoary locks inspire such fear?
E'en in yon garland see how brightly glows
The argent lily with the ruby rose.

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