Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXIV.
By Thomas Moore
Monarch Love, resistless boy, With whom the rosy Queen of Joy, And nymphs, whose eyes have Heaven's hue, Disporting tread the mountain-dew; Propitious, oh! receive my sighs, Which, glowing with entreaty, rise That thou wilt whisper to the breast Of her I love thy soft behest: And counsel her to learn from thee. That lesson thou hast taught to me. Ah! if my heart no flattery tell, Thou'lt own I've learned that lesson well!
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