A Day at Tivoli | ||
FROM ANACREON.
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129
ODE I.
Sing the old Atridæ!
Sing, my Lyre, of Cadmus.
But the Lyre, refusing,
Only sang of Love.
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.
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.
For what time remains me—
Since my Lyre will echo
Thoughts alone of Love.
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