The Tragic bard, a goat his humble prize
The tragic bard, a goat his humble prize,
Bade satyrs naked and uncouth arise;
His muse severe, secure, and undismay'd,
The rustic joke in solemn strain convey'd,
For novelty alone he knew could charm
A lawless crowd, with wine and feasting warm.
Bade satyrs naked and uncouth arise;
His muse severe, secure, and undismay'd,
The rustic joke in solemn strain convey'd,
For novelty alone he knew could charm
A lawless crowd, with wine and feasting warm.
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