Horace to His Lute

Horace to His Lute by Eugene Field

The poem is a lamentation of the loss of childhood innocence and joy. The speaker mourns the passing of time and how it has taken away the carefree nature of youth. He addresses his lute, an instrument often associated with music and poetry, as if it were a person that could understand his sorrow.

By Eugene Field · First published 1896 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romanticism, Classical Literature · 161 words

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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 and Liber's praise; / The Muses, too, and him who clings / To Mother Venus' apron-strings, / And Lycus beautiful, he sung / In those old days when you were young.

O shell, that art the ornament / Of Phoebus, bringing sweet content / To Jove, and soothing troubles all -- / Come and requite me, when I call!

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Poetry · Musical Instrument · Lute · Classical Reference · Roman Inspiration · Whimsical · Light Verse · Humorous · Playful · Witty · Satirical · Irony

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