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ODE XXI.
Sing, ye Nymphs, Diana's Praise,
Praise, ye Youths, Apollo's Name;
Fair Latona's Beauty raise,
That did the Thunderer inflame.
Praise, ye Youths, Apollo's Name;
Fair Latona's Beauty raise,
That did the Thunderer inflame.
Sing the Goddess, who delights
In tall Woods and shady Groves,
Trips it on Arcadia's Heights,
And cooling Erymanthus loves.
In tall Woods and shady Groves,
Trips it on Arcadia's Heights,
And cooling Erymanthus loves.
Lovely Tempe claims your Song:
Delos is Apollo's Isle;
He the Vocal Lyre first strung,
He loves the Bow and Sylvan Toil.
Delos is Apollo's Isle;
He the Vocal Lyre first strung,
He loves the Bow and Sylvan Toil.
You shall pay your daily Vows,
He shall make the State his Care;
Far from Rome upon our Foes
He pours out Famine, Plagues and War.
He shall make the State his Care;
Far from Rome upon our Foes
He pours out Famine, Plagues and War.
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