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Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)


Her Picture


Go then, if she, whose shade thou art,
No more will let thee soothe my pain;
Yet, tell her, it has cost this heart
Some pangs, to give thee back again.

Tell her, the smile was not so dear,
With which she made the semblance mine,
As bitter is the burning tear,
With which I now the gift resign.

Yet go -- and could she still restore,
As some exchange for taking thee.
The tranquil look which first I wore,
When her eyes found me calm and free;

Could she give back the careless flow,
The spirit that my heart then knew --
Yet, no, 'tis vain -- go, picture, go --
Smile at me once, and then -- adieu! 



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 19
  4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 9
  5. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes


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