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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anacreon: Ode 9</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovely courier of the sky,<br>Whence and whither dost thou fly?<br>Scattering, as thy pinions play,<br>Liquid fragrance all the way:<br>Is it business? is it love? <br>Tell me, tell me, gentle dove.<br>'Soft Anacreon's vows I bear,<br>Vows to Myrtale the fair; <br>Graced with all that charms the heart,<br>Blushing nature, smiling art.<br>Venus, courted by an ode,<br>On the bard her dove bestow'd:<br>Vested with a master's right,<br>Now Anacreon rules my flight;<br>His the letters that you see,<br>Weighty charge, consign'd to me:<br>Think not yet my service hard,<br>Joyless task without reward;<br>Smiling at my master's gates,<br>Freedom my return awaits;<br>But the liberal grant in vain<br>Tempts me to be wild again.<br>Can a prudent dove decline<br>Blissful bondage such as mine? <br>Over hills and fields to roam,<br>Fortune's guest without a home;<br>Under leaves to hide one's head,<br>Slightly shelter'd, coarsely fed:<br>Now my better lot bestows<br>Sweet repast and soft repose;<br>Now the generous bowl I sip,<br>As it leaves Anacreon's lip:<br>Void of care, and free from dread,<br>From his fingers snatch his bread,<br>Then with luscious plenty gay,<br>Round his chamber dance and play;<br>OR from wine as courage springs,<br>O'er his face extend my wings;<br>And when feast and frolic tire<br>Drop asleep upon his lyre.<br>This is all, be quick and go, <br>More than all thou canst not know;<br>Let me now my pinions ply,<br>I have chatter'd like a pye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Johnson">Samuel Johnson</a><div class=q>
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Whence and whither dost thou fly?
Scattering, as thy pinions play,
Liquid fragrance all the way:
Is it business? is it love? 
Tell me, tell me, gentle dove.
'Soft Anacreon's vows I bear,
Vows to Myrtale the fair; 
Graced..."></div>
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