Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852

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Odes Of Anacreon: From dread Leucadia's frowning steep,

From dread Leucadia's frowning steep...

by Thomas Moore

From dread Leucadia's frowning steep,
I'll plunge into the whitening deep;
And there I'll float to waves resign'd,
For love intoxicates my mind!

Source:

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.
 

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