Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27

We read the flying courser's name
Upon his side, in marks of flame;
And, by their turbaned brows alone,
The warriors of the East are known.
But in the lover's glowing eyes,
The inlet to his bosom lies;
Through them we see the small faint mark,
Where Love has dropt his burning spark!

1. From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
3. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given

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