Ode 49: To a Painter
Come, thou best of painters, prithee listen to my sprightly lyre,
Paint upon the speaking canvas such fair things as I desire:
First depict me smiling cities, strong with ramparts, towers and walls,
And the wild flute-mellowed revels of the sportive Bacchanals.
Limn me, then, the joys of lovers, paint me Paphian delights,
Bridal torches, merry dancers, secret hymeneal rites.
Paint upon the speaking canvas such fair things as I desire:
First depict me smiling cities, strong with ramparts, towers and walls,
And the wild flute-mellowed revels of the sportive Bacchanals.
Limn me, then, the joys of lovers, paint me Paphian delights,
Bridal torches, merry dancers, secret hymeneal rites.
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