Томас Мур (Thomas Moore)




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From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 26


Thy harp may sing of Troy’s alarms,
Or tell the tale of Theban arms;
With other wars my song shall burn,
For other wounds my harp shall mourn.
’Twas not the crested warrior’s dart
That drank the current of my heart;
Nor naval arms, nor mailed steed,
Have made this vanquish’d bosom bleed;
No — ’twas from eyes of liquid blue,
A host of quiver’d Cupids flew;
And now my heart all bleeding lies
Beneath that army of the eyes!





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