Poem by Thomas Moore

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 63

To Love, the soft and blooming child,
I touch the harp in descant wild;
To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers,
The boy, who breathes and blushes flowers;
To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,
And gods and mortals bow before him!

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3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56
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5. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee

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