ANACREONTIC.

ANACREONTIC.

We know the steed of mettleBy the breed-marks branded on it;We know the haughty HighlanderBy his plumed and towering bonnet;And I know the happy loversBy the love-light in their eyes,Where, its tale of joyance telling,The languid flame doth rise.

We know the steed of mettleBy the breed-marks branded on it;We know the haughty HighlanderBy his plumed and towering bonnet;And I know the happy loversBy the love-light in their eyes,Where, its tale of joyance telling,The languid flame doth rise.

We know the steed of mettleBy the breed-marks branded on it;We know the haughty HighlanderBy his plumed and towering bonnet;And I know the happy loversBy the love-light in their eyes,Where, its tale of joyance telling,The languid flame doth rise.

We know the steed of mettle

By the breed-marks branded on it;

We know the haughty Highlander

By his plumed and towering bonnet;

And I know the happy lovers

By the love-light in their eyes,

Where, its tale of joyance telling,

The languid flame doth rise.

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