Thomas Moore ( )


From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 64


Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aimed spear
Wounds the fleeting mountain-deer!
Dian, Jove's immortal child,
Huntress of the savage wild!
Goddess with the sun-bright hair!
Listen to a people's prayer.
Turn, to Lethe's river turn,
There thy vanquished people mourn!
Come to Lethe's wavy shore,
Tell them they shall mourn no more.
Thine their hearts, their altars thine;
Must they, Dian  must they pine?



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 26
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 75
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 15
  4. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 25
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 38


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