Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 73

Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower,
Till love approached one fatal hour,
And made my tender branches feel
The wounds of his avenging steel.
Then lost I fell, like some poor willow
That falls across the wintry billow!

1. Савойская ария • Oft, When the Watching Stars Grow Pale
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 34
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 44
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 60
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32

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