 | Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow |  |
ODE XLVIII.
[The lyre of Homer hither bear]
The lyre of Homer hither bear,But without the chord of war:
Bring me the cups of brave decrees,
That I may mix my laws with these;
That I may dance, inspir'd by wine;
And above sober madness shine,
Singing to the chorded shell
A tale, that wine can bravest tell.
| Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | |