Odes Of Anacreaon:
I care not for the idle state... One day the Muses twined the hands... Observe when mother earth is dry... To all that breathe the airs of heaven... Yes -- loving is a painful thrill... If hoarded gold possess'd a power... Yes, be the glorious revel mine... Within this goblet rich and deep... 'Tis true, my fading years decline... When my thirsty soul I steep... Away, away, you men of rules... And whose immortal hand could shed... Golden hues of youth are fled... Fill me, boy, as deep a draught... Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn... Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray... Let me resign a wretched breath... I know thou lovest a brimming measure... I fear that love disturbs my rest... From dread Leucadia's frowning steep... Mix me, child, a cup divine...Odes Of Anacreon: Let me resign a wretched breath...
Let me resign a wretched breath...
by Thomas Moore
Let me resign a wretched breath,
Since now remains to me
No other balm than kindly death
To soothe my misery!
Source:
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.