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WISHES by ANONYMOUS

First Line: O THAT A LOVELY LYRE WERE I
Last Line: TO SHRIVE HER SOUL TO PURIFY
Subject(s): WISHES;
OTHAT a lovely lyre were I,
Fashioned all of ivory,
And lovely youths would bear me by
To the Bacchic revelry!

O that a lovely cup were I,
Virgin-gold made perfectly,
That a lovely dame might lift me high
To shrive her soul to purity!



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