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AN ODE IN THE MANNER OF ANACREON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

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First Line: AS LATE IN WREATHS GAY FLOWERS I BOUND
Last Line: FLUTT'RING HIS WINGS WITHIN MY BREAST!
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
Flutt'ring his Wings within my breast!



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