Ode 12: Praise of Beauty
On manchet bread, and cake, and wine
In simple dainty wise I dine,
And then I take my sounding lyre
And sing with rapt poetic fire
The maid who is my soul's desire—
A graceful nymph with starlight eyne,
And purple hair, and form divine.
In simple dainty wise I dine,
And then I take my sounding lyre
And sing with rapt poetic fire
The maid who is my soul's desire—
A graceful nymph with starlight eyne,
And purple hair, and form divine.
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