Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 67

Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn
The wealth of Amalthea's horn;
Nor should I ask to call the throne
Of the Tartessian prince my own;
To totter through his train of years,
The victim of declining fears,
One little hour of joy to me
Is worth a dull eternity!

1. Савойская ария • Oft, When the Watching Stars Grow Pale
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 69
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 34
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32

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