Love
Ode LXXIII
Translated by Thomas Moore (1800) · From Odes of Anacreon (1800)
Love
Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower,
Till love approached one fatal hour,
And made my tender branches feel
The wounds of his avenging steel.
Then lost I fell, like some poor willow
That falls across the wintry billow!
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Anacreon. “Ode LXXIII.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/72/.
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Anacreon. “Ode LXXIII.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/72/.
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