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Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)


From “Irish Melodies”. 82. To Ladies' Eyes


          TO Ladies’ eyes a round, boy,
                We can’t refuse, we can’t refuse;
          Though bright eyes so abound, boy,
                ’Tis hard to choose, ’tis hard to choose.
          For thick as stars that lighten
                Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers,
          The countless eyes that brighten
                This earth of ours, this earth of ours.
          But fill the cup — where’er, boy,
                Our choice may fall, our choice may fall,
          We’re sure to find Love there, boy,
                So drink them all! so drink them all!

          Some looks there are so holy,
                They seem but given, they seem but given,
          As shining beacons, solely,
                To light to heaven, to light to heaven,
          While some — oh! ne’er believe them —
                With tempting ray, with tempting ray,
          Would lead us (God forgive them!)
                The other way, the other way.
          But fill the cup — where’er, boy,
                Our choice may fall, our choice may fall,
          We’re sure to find Love there, boy;
                So drink them all! so drink them all!

          In some, as in a mirror,
                Love seems pourtray’d, Love seems pourtray’d,
          But shun the flattering error,
                ’Tis but his shade, ’tis but his shade.
          Himself has fix’d his dwelling
                In eyes we know, in eyes we know,
          And lips — but this is telling —
                So here they go! so here they go!
          Fill up, fill up — where’er, boy,
                Our choice may fall, our choice may fall,
          We’re sure to find Love there, boy;
                So drink them all ! so drink them all!



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 75
  2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27
  3. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee
  4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
  5. Bright Be Thy Dreams


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