Aristophanes

(448 BC - 380 BC / Athens)

The Call Of The Nightingale - Poem by Aristophanes

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.


Comments about The Call Of The Nightingale by Aristophanes

  • Britte Ninad (4/5/2019 12:45:00 AM)

    beautiful-
    Let her listen and repeat
    The tender ditty that you tell,
    The sad lament,
    The dire event,
    To luckless Itys that befell.........
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/15/2019 12:38:00 PM)

    Inspiring poem. liked it.
    Thence the strain
    Shall rise again,
    And soar amain,
    Up to the lofty palace gate
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010



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