Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 77

Would that I were a tuneful lyre,
Of burnished ivory fair,
Which, in the Dionysian choir,
Some blooming boy should bear!

Would that I were a golden vase.
That some bright nymph might hold
My spotless frame, with blushing grace,
Herself as pure as gold!

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 52
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 54
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 38
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 17
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56

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