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66  The tuneful Teian, skill'd to sing The lays of love on warbling string. I hasten'd to his kind embrace, And kiss'd his sweetly smiling face. Though somewhat old, he seemed to wage Successful war with spiteful age: For love still beam'd in each bright eye, And from his lips there seem'd to fly Sweet gales of rich and rosy wine, Which shed a fragrance quite divine. His slow and staggering steps were stay'd By laughing Cupid's kindly aid. The garland that intwined his hair The bard unbound and bade me wear. Anacreon's burning soul it breathed, And I with it my brows enwreathed. E'er since my heart is doom'd to prove The pleasing pains of lasting love.