<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Horace To His Lute</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ever in the sylvan shade<br>A song immortal we have made,<br>Come now, O lute, I pri' thee come--<br>Inspire a song of Latium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Lesbian first thy glories proved--<br>In arms and in repose he loved<br>To sweep thy dulcet strings and raise<br>His voice in Love's and Liber's praise;<br>The Muses, too, and him who clings<br>To Mother Venus' apron-strings,<br>And Lycus beautiful, he sung<br>In those old days when you were young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O shell, that art the ornament<br>Of Phoebus, bringing sweet content<br>To Jove, and soothing troubles all--<br>Come and requite me, when I call!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390904" data-title="Horace To His Lute de Eugene Field" data-description="If ever in the sylvan shade A song immortal we have made, Come now, O lute, I pri' thee come-- Inspire a song of Latium. A Lesbian first thy glories proved-- In arms and in repose he loved To sweep thy dulcet strings and raise His voice in Love's..."></div> </div> </div>

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