Poem by Thomas Moore

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 39

How I love the festive boy,
Tripping through the dance of joy!
How I love the mellow sage,
Smiling through the veil of age!
And whene’er this man of years
In the dance of joy appears,
Snows may o’er his head be flung,
But his heart – his heart is young.

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5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50

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