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The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||
ANACREON TO HIS LYRE.
Sent to a Lady.
Fain would I strike the harp to kings,
And give to war the sounding strings;
But, lo! the chords rebellious prove,
And tremble with the notes of love.
And give to war the sounding strings;
But, lo! the chords rebellious prove,
And tremble with the notes of love.
In vain I quarrel with my lyre,
In vain I change the rebel wire;
Boldly I strike to war again,
But love prevails through all the strain.
In vain I change the rebel wire;
Boldly I strike to war again,
But love prevails through all the strain.
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Oh! since not master of the shell,
Ye kings, and sons of war, farewell;
And since the Loves the song require,
To Venus I resign the lyre.
Ye kings, and sons of war, farewell;
And since the Loves the song require,
To Venus I resign the lyre.
'Twas thus, O nymph, with Attic tongue,
The gay Anacreon pour'd the song,
A bard belov'd by me:
And who the Poet's harp can blame?
Perhaps old Greece could boast a dame,
With every grace like thee.
The gay Anacreon pour'd the song,
A bard belov'd by me:
And who the Poet's harp can blame?
Perhaps old Greece could boast a dame,
With every grace like thee.
The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||