A wretched life a fisherman's must be,

His home a ship, his labour in the sea,

And fish, the slippery object of his gain :-
I love a sleep under a leafy plane,

And a low fountain coiling in mine ear,

Which fills the soul with smiling, not with fear.

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ANACREON.

ANACREON.

ROSES.

Το ροδον το των ερωτων.

THE rose, the flower of love,

Mingle with our quaffing;

The rose, the lovely-leav'd,
Round our brows be weav'd,
Genially laughing.

O the rose, the first of flowers,

Darling of the early bowers,