Thomas Moore ( )


From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 6


As late I sought the spangled bowers
To cull a wreath of matin flowers,
Where many an early rose was weeping,
I found the urchin Cupid sleeping.
I caught the boy, a goblets tide
Was richly mantling by my side,
I caught him by his downy wing,
And whelmd him in the racy spring.
Then drank I down the poisond bowl,
And Love now nestles in my soul.
O yes, my soul is Cupids nest,
I feel him fluttering in my breast.



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68


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