Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow Lord Thurlow |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
XXXIX. |
XL. |
XLI. |
XLII. |
XLIII. |
XLIV. |
XLV. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
XLVIII. | ODE XLVIII.
|
XLIX. |
L. |
LI. |
LII. |
LIII. |
LIV. |
LV. |
Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | ||
ODE XLVIII.
[The lyre of Homer hither bear]
The lyre of Homer hither bear,But without the chord of war:
Bring me the cups of brave decrees,
That I may mix my laws with these;
That I may dance, inspir'd by wine;
And above sober madness shine,
Singing to the chorded shell
A tale, that wine can bravest tell.
Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | ||