Poem by Thomas Moore

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 76

Hither, gentle Muse of mine,
Come and teach thy votary old
Many a golden hymn divine,
For the nymph with vest of gold.

Pretty nymph, of tender age,
Fair thy silky looks unfold;
Listen to a hoary sage,
Sweetest maid with vest of gold!

1. To-Day, Dearest! Is Ours
2. Oft, When the Watching Stars Grow Pale
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 60
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 69
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 24

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