ODE OF ANACREON.TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK.I lovea mellow, cheerful sage,Whose feelings are unchilled by age;I love a youth who dances wellTo music of the sounding shell;But when a man of years, like me,Joins with the dancers playfully,Though age in silvery hair appears,His heart is young, despite of years.
ODE OF ANACREON.TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK.
I lovea mellow, cheerful sage,Whose feelings are unchilled by age;I love a youth who dances wellTo music of the sounding shell;But when a man of years, like me,Joins with the dancers playfully,Though age in silvery hair appears,His heart is young, despite of years.
I lovea mellow, cheerful sage,Whose feelings are unchilled by age;I love a youth who dances wellTo music of the sounding shell;But when a man of years, like me,Joins with the dancers playfully,Though age in silvery hair appears,His heart is young, despite of years.
I lovea mellow, cheerful sage,Whose feelings are unchilled by age;I love a youth who dances wellTo music of the sounding shell;But when a man of years, like me,Joins with the dancers playfully,Though age in silvery hair appears,His heart is young, despite of years.
I lovea mellow, cheerful sage,
Whose feelings are unchilled by age;
I love a youth who dances well
To music of the sounding shell;
But when a man of years, like me,
Joins with the dancers playfully,
Though age in silvery hair appears,
His heart is young, despite of years.