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Translation From Anacreon. Ode 3
By George Gordon, Lord ByronSource: George Gordon, Lord Byron - PoetryDB (Public Domain)263 words
'Twas now the hour when Night had driven
Her car half round yon sable heaven;
Boötes, only, seem'd to roll
His Arctic charge around the Pole;
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