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FROM ANACREON.
Of Atreus' sons I wish to sing,To Cadmus fain would wake the string;
But still in vain my fingers rove;
The lyre will only sound to love.
So now at length the chords I change,
To give my lyre the boldest range;
Yet, with Alcides brave and strong,
And all his labours in my song,
His name the strings will not rebound,
Love lives, and breathes in every sound.
So, farewell, heroes all, for me;
Henceforth my Muse and I are free:
And gaily now I sweep my string,
For Love, and only Love, I sing.
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