Томас Мур (Thomas Moore)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 71


With twenty chords my lyre is hung,
And while I wake them all for thee,
Thou, O maiden, wild and young,
Disportest in airy levity.

The nursling fawn, that in some shade
Its antlered mother leaves behind,
Is not more wantonly afraid,
More timid of the rustling wind!





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