Thomas Moore ( )


From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 54


Methinks, the pictured bull we see
Is amorous Jove--it must be he!
How fondly blest he seems to bear
That fairest of Phoenician fair!
How proud he breasts the foamy tide,
And spurns the billowy surge aside!
Could any beast of vulgar vein,
Undaunted thus defy the main?
No: he descends from climes above,
He looks the God, he breathes of Jove!



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 15
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 64
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 75
  4. From Irish Melodies. 114. Ive a Secret to Tell Thee
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 46


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