Thomas Moore ( )

From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 46

Behold, the young, the rosy Spring,
Gives to the breeze her scented wing;
While virgin Graces, warm with May,
Fling roses oer her dewy way.
The murmuring billows of the deep
Have languishd into silent sleep;
And mark! the flitting sea-birds lave
Their plumes in the reflecting wave;
While cranes from hoary winter fly
To flutter in a kinder sky.
Now the genial star of day
Dissolves the murky clouds away;
And cultured field, and winding stream,
Are freshly glittering in his beam.
            Now the earth prolific swells,
With leafy buds and flowery bells;
Gemming shoots the olive twine,
Clusters ripe festoon the vine;
All along the branches creeping,
Through the velvet foliage peeping,
Little infant fruits we see,
Nursing into luxury.

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 18
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 75
  3. From Irish Melodies. 104. As Vanquishd Erin
  4. From Irish Melodies. 21. Desmonds Song
  5. From Irish Melodies. 9. Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See

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