Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXIII.

A poem by Thomas Moore

[1]


To Love, the soft and blooming child,
I touch the harp in descant wild;
To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers,
The boy, who breathes and blushes flowers;
To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,
And gods and mortals bow before him!

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXIII.' by Thomas Moore

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy