Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 10

How am I to punish thee,
For the wrong thou’st done to me,
Silly swallow, prating thing —
Shall I clip that wheeling wing,
Or, as Tereus did, of old,
(So the fabled tale is told,)
Shall I tear that tongue away,
Tongue that utter’d such a lay?
Ah, how thoughtless hast thou been!
Long before the dawn was seen,
When a dream came o’er my mind,
Picturing her I worship, kind,
Just when I was nearly blest,
Loud thy matins broke my rest!

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 7

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