Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 69

They wove the lotus band to deck
And fan with pensile wreath each neck;
And every guest, to shade his head,
Three little fragrant chaplets spread;
And one was of the Egyptian leaf,
The rest were roses, fair and brief:
While from a golden vase profound,
To all on flowery beds around,
A Hebe, of celestial shape,
Poured the rich droppings of the grape!

1. From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
3. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given

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