Lenimina Laborum. 26. The Coy Maiden From Anacreon Ah, fly me not, beholding My locks are blanched by time. Nor yet, because your beauty Is blooming in its prime, Despise my fond caresses; Behold the lilies rare, Crowned with the red, red roses, How excellent they are! |
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