Love
Ode LXVII
Translated by Thomas Moore (1800) · From Odes of Anacreon (1800)
Love
Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn
The wealth of Amalthea's horn;
Nor should I ask to call the throne
Of the Tartessian prince my own;
To totter through his train of years,
The victim of declining fears.
One little hour of joy to me
Is worth a dull eternity!
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Anacreon. “Ode LXVII.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/66/.
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Anacreon. “Ode LXVII.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/66/.
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