The Call Of The Nightingale Poem by Aristophanes
The Call Of The Nightingale
Awake! awake!
Sleep no more, my gentle mate!
With your tiny tawny bill,
Wake the tuneful echo shrill,
On vale or hill;
Or in her airy rocky seat,
Let her listen and repeat
The tender ditty that you tell,
The sad lament,
The dire event,
To luckless Itys that befell.
Thence the strain
Shall rise again,
And soar amain,
Up to the lofty palace gate
Where mighty Apollo sits in state
In Jove's abode, with his ivory lyre,
Hymning aloud to the heavenly choir,
While all the gods shall join with thee
In a celestial symphony.
Inspiring poem. liked it. Thence the strain Shall rise again, And soar amain, Up to the lofty palace gate
beautiful- Let her listen and repeat The tender ditty that you tell, The sad lament, The dire event, To luckless Itys that befell.........
Wake the tuneful echo shrill, On vale or hill; .........In Jove's abode, with his ivory lyre, ......awake with the celestial symphony.....awake inside
As well a mystic invocation to their Gods of ancient Greece, the grandfathers of our culture we all know.
This poem is a sentiment which belongs to our human race especially at this moment in time.
Let her listen and repeat The tender ditty that you tell, The sad lament, The dire event, .. beautiful poem, tony
While all the gods shall join with thee In a celestial symphony. Beautiful
'The sad lament, The dire event'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Awake! awake! Sleep no more, my gentle mate! With your tiny tawny bill, Wake the tuneful echo shrill, ......... fantastic beginning. Well composed by Aristophanes.