Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 70

A broken cake, with honey sweet,
Is all my spare and simple treat:
And while a generous bowl I crown
To float my little banquet down,
I take the soft, the amorous lyre,
And sing of love's delicious fire:
In mirthful measures warm and free,
I sing, dear maid, and sing for thee!

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 74
2. From “Irish Melodies”. 24. Sublime Was the Warning
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 48
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 7

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