From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3
Listen to the Muse’s lyre, Master of the pencil’s fire! Sketch’d in painting’s bold display, Many a city first portray; Many a city, revelling free, Full of loose festivity. Picture then a rosy train, Bacchants straying o’er the plain; Piping, as they roam along, Roundelay or shepherd-song. Paint me next, if painting may Such a theme as this portray, All the earthly heaven of love These delighted mortals prove.
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