Thomas Moore ( )

From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 10

How am I to punish thee,
For the wrong thoust 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 utterd such a lay?
Ah, how thoughtless hast thou been!
Long before the dawn was seen,
When a dream came oer my mind,
Picturing her I worship, kind,
Just when I was nearly blest,
Loud thy matins broke my rest!

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 72
  2. From Irish Melodies. 114. Ive a Secret to Tell Thee
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 51
  4. From Irish Melodies. 70. Tis Gone, and for Ever
  5. From Irish Melodies. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This

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