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FROM ANACREON.

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This is a slight attempt to translate Anacreon more briefly than is usually done, and it claims no merit beyond its brevity.

ODE I.

Sing the old Atridæ!
Sing, my Lyre, of Cadmus.
But the Lyre, refusing,
Only sang of Love.
Strings and Lyre I changed—to
Chaunt of great Alcides.
Still the Lyre responded
Nought but notes of Love.
Farewell! then—to heroes;—
For what time remains me—
Since my Lyre will echo
Thoughts alone of Love.