Love
Ode LXX
Translated by Thomas Moore (1800) · From Odes of Anacreon (1800)
Love
A broken cake, with honey sweet,
Is all my spare and simple treat:
And while a generous bowl I crown
To float my little banquet down,
I take the soft, the amorous lyre,
And sing of love's delicious fire:
In mirthful measures warm and free,
I sing, dear maid, and sing for thee!
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Anacreon. “Ode LXX.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/69/.
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Anacreon. “Ode LXX.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/69/.
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