Love
Ode LXXVII
Translated by Thomas Moore (1800) · From Odes of Anacreon (1800)
Love
Would that I were a tuneful lyre,
Of burnished ivory fair,
Which, in the Dionysian choir,
Some blooming boy should bear!
Would that I were a golden vase.
That some bright nymph might hold
My spotless frame, with blushing grace,
Herself as pure as gold!
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Anacreon. “Ode LXXVII.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/76/.
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Anacreon. “Ode LXXVII.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/76/.
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