by Anacreon (c582BCE - c485BCE)
Translation by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Golden hues of youth are fled
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Language: English after the Greek (Ελληνικά)
Golden hues of youth 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 awakes my hourly sighing; Dreary is the thought of dying! Pluto's is a dark abode, Sad the journey, sad the road: And, the gloomy travel o'er, Ah! we can return no more!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with The Works of Thomas Moore, Comprehending all his melodies, Ballads, etc., never before published without the accompanying music, Vol. VII, Odes of Anacreon. Little's poems, Paris: A. and W. Galignani, 1823, pages 180-181.
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- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Ode LXI" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Anacreon (c582BCE - c485BCE) [text unavailable]
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