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Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)


The Time I've Lost


The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light that lies
In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.
Tho' Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorn'd the lore she brought me,
My only books
Were women's looks,
And folly's all they taught me.

Her smile when Beauty granted,
I hung with gaze enchanted,
Like him the Sprite
Whom maids by night
Oft meet in glen that's haunted.
Like him, too, Beauty won me;
But when the spell was on me,
If once their ray
Was turn'd away,
O! winds could not outrun me.

And are those follies going?
And is my proud heart growing
Too cold or wise
For brillant eyes
Again to set it glowing?
No -- vain, alas! th' endeavour
From bonds so sweet to sever: --
Poor Wisdom's chance
Against a glance
Is now as weak as ever. 



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 46
  2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 60
  3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 9
  4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50
  5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 74


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