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Poem by Thomas Moore


From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 61


YOUTH'S endearing charms are fled;
Hoary locks deform my head;
Bloomy graces, dalliance gay,
All the flowers of life decay.
Withering age begins to trace
Sad memorials o'er my face;
Time has shed its sweetest bloom,
All the future must be gloom.
This it is that sets me sighing;
Dreary is the thought of dying!
Lone and dismal is the road,
Down to Pluto's dark abode;
And, when once the journey 's o'er,
Ah! we can return no more!



Thomas Moore


Thomas Moore's other poems:
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  2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 6
  3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3
  4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 20
  5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 70


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