Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 77

Would that I were a tuneful lyre,
Of burnished ivory fair,
Which, in the Dionysian choir,
Some blooming boy should bear!

Would that I were a golden vase.
That some bright nymph might hold
My spotless frame, with blushing grace,
Herself as pure as gold!

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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