Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 73

Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower,
Till love approached one fatal hour,
And made my tender branches feel
The wounds of his avenging steel.
Then lost I fell, like some poor willow
That falls across the wintry billow!

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 35

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