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AD LYRAM
(HOR., 1. 32)
The Muses call! Now, Shell, inspire
If aught, to last this year and more,
Lightly, we two have wrought before;—
Come now, a song like this whose fire
If aught, to last this year and more,
Lightly, we two have wrought before;—
Come now, a song like this whose fire
First touched thee, from th' Aonian choir
Catching, thro' camp and tempest's roar,
The Muses' call,—
Catching, thro' camp and tempest's roar,
The Muses' call,—
Singing the Queen of all desire,
Bacchus, and Cupid flutt'ring o'er,
And Lycus: thou, that Phoebus bore,
Dear to Jove's feast—O aid me, Lyre!
The Muses call!
Bacchus, and Cupid flutt'ring o'er,
And Lycus: thou, that Phoebus bore,
Dear to Jove's feast—O aid me, Lyre!
The Muses call!
1887.
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