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ā nà kè lǐ wēng wèi gǔ xī là shī rén, yǐ gē sòng ài qíng měi jiǔ hé kuáng huān de shī jù jiàn zhǎng. |
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fān yì: bā bié tǎ xià hàn huà zǔ huò zhě bǎi dù fān yì yīng wén gē cí lái zì hù lián wǎng |
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B zhàn suǒ liú chuán bǎn běn zài wǎng yì yún wéi anacreon song |
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To Anacreon in heaven where he sat in full glee |
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A few sons of harmony sent a petition |
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That he their inspirer and patron would be |
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When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian |
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Voice fiddle aud flute no longer be mute |
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I' ll lend you my name and inspire you to boot" |
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And besides I' ll instruct you like me to entwine |
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The myrtle of Venus and Bacchus' s vine |
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zhù: èr zhě zài xī là shén huà zhōng dōu yǔ ài yù xiāng guān |
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The news through Olympus immediately flew |
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When old Thunder pretended to give himself airs |
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If these mortals are suffered their scheme to pursue |
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The devil a goddess will stay above stairs |
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Hark already they cry in transports of joy |
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A fig for Parnassus! To Rowley' s we' ll fly |
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And there my good fellows we' ll learn to entwine |
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jiǔ shén de téng wàn chán rào zhe měi shén de hú táo |
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The yellowhaired god and his nine fusty maids |
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From the hill of old Lud will incontinent flee |
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Idalia will boast but of tenantless shades |
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And the biforked hill a mere desert will be |
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My thunder no fear on' t so soon do it' s errand |
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And d n me I' ll swinge the ringleaders I warrant |
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I' lIl trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine |
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jiǔ shén de téng wàn chán rào zhe ài shén hú táo |
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Apollo rose up and said Prythee ne' er quarrel |
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" Good King of the Gods, with my Vot' ries below: |
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" Your Thunder is useless" then shewing his Laurel," |
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Cry' d " Sic evitabile fulmen, you know! |
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" Then over each head." My Laurels I' ll spread |
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" So my Sons from your Crackers no Mischief shall dread, |
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" Whilst snug in their ClubRoom, they jovially twine |
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jiǔ shén de téng wàn chán rào zhe měi shén de hú táo |
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Next Momus got up with his risible Phiz, |
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And swore with Apollo he' d chearfully join |
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" The full Tide of Harmony still shall be his, |
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" But the Song, and the Catch, and the Laugh shall be mine. |
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" Then, Jove, be not jealous." Of these honest fellows." |
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Cry' d Jove, " We relent, since the Truth you now tell us |
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" And swear by Old Styx, that they long shall intwine |
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jiǔ shén de téng wàn chán rào zhe měi shén de hú táo |
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Ye Sons of Anacreon, then join Hand in Hand |
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Preserve Unanimity, Friendship, and Love! |
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' Tis your' s to support what' s so happily plann' d |
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You' ve the sanction of Gods, and the Fiat of Jove. |
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While thus we agree, Our Toast let it be. |
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May our Club flourish happy, united, and free! |
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And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine |
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jiǔ shén de téng wàn chán rào zhe ài shén de hú táo |