Poem by Thomas Moore

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27

We read the flying courser's name
Upon his side, in marks of flame;
And, by their turbaned brows alone,
The warriors of the East are known.
But in the lover's glowing eyes,
The inlet to his bosom lies;
Through them we see the small faint mark,
Where Love has dropt his burning spark!

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2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 75
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5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 26

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