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Attracted by the harmonious sound,
Sylvans and fauns the cot surround,
And curious crowd the minstrel to behold:
The wood-nymphs haste the spell to prove;
Eager they run; they list, they love,
And, while they hear the strain, forget the man is old.
Sylvans and fauns the cot surround,
And curious crowd the minstrel to behold:
The wood-nymphs haste the spell to prove;
Eager they run; they list, they love,
And, while they hear the strain, forget the man is old.
Cupid, to nothing constant long,
Perched on the harp attends the song,
Or stifles with a kiss the dulcet notes:
Now on the poet's breast reposes,
Now twines his hoary locks with roses,
Or borne on wings of gold in wanton circle floats.
Perched on the harp attends the song,
Or stifles with a kiss the dulcet notes:
Now on the poet's breast reposes,
Now twines his hoary locks with roses,
Or borne on wings of gold in wanton circle floats.
Then thus Anacreon—"I no more
At other shrines my vows will pour,
Since Cupid deigns my numbers to inspire:
From Phoebus or the blue-eyed maid
Now shall my verse request no aid,
For Love alone shall be the patron of my lyre.
At other shrines my vows will pour,
Since Cupid deigns my numbers to inspire:
From Phoebus or the blue-eyed maid
Now shall my verse request no aid,
For Love alone shall be the patron of my lyre.
"In lofty strain, of earlier days,
I spread the king's or hero's praise,
And struck the martial chords with epic fire:
But farewell, hero! farewell, king!
Your deeds my lips no more shall sing,
For Love alone shall be the subject of my lyre.
I spread the king's or hero's praise,
And struck the martial chords with epic fire:
But farewell, hero! farewell, king!
Your deeds my lips no more shall sing,
For Love alone shall be the subject of my lyre.
The marquis returned the paper with a smile of encouragement.
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