Thomas Moore ( )


From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 40


I know that Heaven hath sent me here,
To run this mortal lifes career;
The scenes which I have journeyed oer,
Return no more  alas! no more,
And all the path Ive yet to go,
I neither know nor ask to know
Away, then, wizard Care, not think
Thy fetters round this soul to link;
Never can heart that feels with me
Descend to be a slave to thee!
And oh! before the vital thrill,
Which trembles at my heart, is still,
Ill gather Joys luxuriant flowers,
And gild with bliss my fading hours;
Bacchus shall bid my winter bloom,
And Venus dance me to the tomb!



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  2. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 70
  4. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 15
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 59


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