William Cowper

(26 November 1731 – 25 April 1800 / Hertfordshire)

Horace, Book I. Ode Xxxviii. - Poem by William Cowper

Boy, I hate their empty shows,
Persian garlands I detest,
Bring not me the late-blown rose,
Lingering after all the rest.
Plainer myrtle pleases me,
Thus outstretch'd beneath my vine;
Myrtle more becoming thee,
Waiting with thy master's wine.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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