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ANACREONTIC.

"Hand my bow, and let me test it,

For I sadly fear me lest it

Has been injured by the rain."

Quick he took and strung it tightly,

Notched a shaft, and drawing lightly,

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Pierced my heart with feathered pain!

Up he leaped in exultation;

"Give me your congratulation,

For my bow is good as new!

So I think I 'll say good morning,

But, my friend, I give you warning

That your heart will trouble you!"

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