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 I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
 I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.  
 I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
 I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down. 
 The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted 
from us the gracious favor of the read more 
 The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted 
from us the gracious favor of the gods.
 [Lat., Omnia fanda, nefanda, malo permista furore,
  Justificam nobis mentem avertere deorum.] 
 Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,--
 Can your lurking thought surprise,
  And interpret your read more 
 Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,--
 Can your lurking thought surprise,
  And interpret your device,
   . . . .
    All things wait for and divine him,--
     How shall I dare to malign him? 
 Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be
 In commune held by Pallas and by thee?
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 Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be
 In commune held by Pallas and by thee?
  Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine
   In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine. 
War is the father of us all, King of all. Some it makes gods, some it makes men, some it read more
War is the father of us all, King of all. Some it makes gods, some it makes men, some it makes slaves, some free.
 The son of Saturn gave
 The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
  Upon the Sovereign read more 
 The son of Saturn gave
 The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
  Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head
   Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount,
    Olympus trembled. 
 Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee,
 Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the read more 
 Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee,
 Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the god to see. 
 The heathen in his blindness
 Bows down to wood and stone.  
 The heathen in his blindness
 Bows down to wood and stone.