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I wish to tune my quiv'ring lyre
To deeds of fame and notes of fire;
To echo from its rising swell
How heroes fought and nations fell,
How heroes fought and nations fell.
When Atreus' sons advanced to war,
Or Tyrian Cadmus rov'd afar:
When Atreus' sons advanced to war.
But still to martial strains unknown
My lyre recurs to love alone.
My lyre recurs to love alone.
Fired with the hope of future fame,
I seek some nobler hero's name;
The dying chords are strung anew,
To war, to war, to war, my harp is due.
With glowing strings, the epic strain
To Jove's great son I raise again;
With glowing strings, the epic strain
To Jove's great son I raise again;
Alcides and his glorious deeds,
Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds.
Alcides and his glorious deeds,
Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds.
All, all in vain my wayward lyre
Wakes silver notes of soft desire,
Wakes silver notes of soft desire.
Adieu! ye chiefs renown'd in arms!
Adieu! the clang of war's alarms!
To other deeds my soul is strung,
And sweeter notes shall now be sung.
Adieu! ye chiefs renown'd in arms!
Adieu! the clang of war's alarms!
To other deeds my soul is strung,
And sweeter notes shall now be sung.
My harp shall all its pow'rs reveal,
To tell the tale my heart must feel,
My harp shall all its pow'rs reveal,
To tell the tale, to tell the tale my heart must feel.
Love, love alone, my lyre shall claim,
In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
Love, love alone, my lyre shall claim,
In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
Love, love alone.
Love, alone, my lyre shall claim,
In songs of bliss,
In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
In songs of bliss and sighs, and sighs of flame.

By Arthur Sullivan
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I Wish to Tune my Quiv'ring Lyre
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