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 3
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 20
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 45
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 52
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore

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