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Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)


From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 19


Here recline you, gentle maid,
Sweet is this embowering shade;
Sweet the young, the modest trees,
Ruffled by the kissing breeze;
Sweet the little founts that weep,
Lulling soft the mind to sleep;
Hark! they whisper as they roll,
Calm persuasion to the soul.
Tell me, tell me, is not this
All a stilly scene of bliss?
Who, my girl, would pass it by?
Surely neither you nor I.



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50
  2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 6
  3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3
  4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 20
  5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 70


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