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ODE I. ON HIS LYRE.

Wake, O Lyre, thy silent Strings,
“Celebrate the Brother-Kings,
“Sons of Atreus, fam'd afar,
Cadmus, and the Theban War.”—

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Rapt I strike the vocal Shell—
Hark—the trembling Chords rebel;
All averse to Arms they prove,
Warbling only Strains of Love.

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Late I strung anew my Lyre—
“Heav'nly Muse my Breast inspire,
“While the swelling Notes resound
Hercules, for Toils renown'd.”
Still the Chords rebellious prove,
Answ'ring only Strains of Love!

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Farewel Heroes, farewel Kings!
Love alone shall tune my Strings.