An Ode In The Manner Of Anacreon

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Title:     An Ode In The Manner Of Anacreon
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

As late, in wreaths, gay flowers I bound,
Beneath some roses Love I found;
And by his little frolic pinion
As quick as thought I seiz'd the minion,
Then in my cup the prisoner threw,
And drank him in its sparkling dew:
And sure I feel my angry guest
Fluttering _his wings_ within my breast!

1792

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Ode In The Manner Of Anacreon

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