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. Савойская ария • Oft, When the Watching Stars Grow Pale
2. День текущий -- день наш, дорогая! • To-Day, Dearest! Is Ours
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 45
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 65
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 60

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