Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXVI.
By 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!
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