English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 12. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 12

They tell how Atys, wild with love,
Roams the mount and haunted grove;
Cvbele's name he howls around,
The gloomy blast returns the sound!
Oft too, by Claros' hallowed spring,
The votaries of the laurelled king
Quaff the inspiring, magic stream,
And rave in wild, prophetic dream.
But frenzied dreams are not for me,
Great Bacchus is my deity!
Full of mirth, and full of him,
While floating odors round me swim,
While mantling bowls are full supplied,
And you sit blushing by my side,
I will be mad and raving too--
Mad, my girl, with love for you!

Thomas Moore’s other poems:

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 57
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 59
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 64
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 62
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 61

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