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ODE I.
[Let me of Atrides sing]
Let me of Atrides sing,
Or to Cadmus wake the string:
My strings are not heroick: they
Will only of Love's triumphs play.
Or to Cadmus wake the string:
My strings are not heroick: they
Will only of Love's triumphs play.
To change the note, the strings I chang'd:
And then through all great numbers rang'd.
Whom should I sing, but Hercules?
Him, who e'en the Gods could please,
Remov'd into their bright abodes?
What have I to do with Gods?
My lyre in weak notes will reply
To that upraised Deity.
Then, O ye heroes, now farewell!
To all my greatness, too, farewell!
The mind must suit the instrument:
And I, whate'er be my intent,
Must be with Love, alas! content.
And then through all great numbers rang'd.
Whom should I sing, but Hercules?
Him, who e'en the Gods could please,
Remov'd into their bright abodes?
What have I to do with Gods?
My lyre in weak notes will reply
To that upraised Deity.
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To all my greatness, too, farewell!
The mind must suit the instrument:
And I, whate'er be my intent,
Must be with Love, alas! content.
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