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 10
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32
3. From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 69
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50

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