Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 64

Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aimed spear
Wounds the fleeting mountain-deer!
Dian, Jove's immortal child,
Huntress of the savage wild!
Goddess with the sun-bright hair!
Listen to a people's prayer.
Turn, to Lethe's river turn,
There thy vanquished people mourn!
Come to Lethe's wavy shore,
Tell them they shall mourn no more.
Thine their hearts, their altars thine;
Must they, Dian — must they pine?

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 35

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