Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 74

Monarch Love, resistless boy,
With whom the rosy Queen of Joy,
And nymphs, whose eyes have Heaven's hue,
Disporting tread the mountain-dew;
Propitious, oh! receive my sighs,
Which, glowing with entreaty, rise
That thou wilt whisper to the breast
Of her I love thy soft behest:
And counsel her to learn from thee.
That lesson thou hast taught to me.
Ah! if my heart no flattery tell,
Thou'lt own I've learned that lesson well!

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 72
2. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 51
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 70. ’Tis Gone, and for Ever
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This

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