am I, sacred Muses! To you I pray.
Here let dead poetry rise once more to life,
And here let sweet Calliope rise and play . . "
- The Purgatorio: The Shore of Purgatory; Canto I, Dante Aligheri
when, Calliope, thy loud harp rang--
In Epic grandeur rose the lofty strain;
The clash of arms, the trumpet's awful clang
Mixed with the roar of conflict on the plain;
The ardent warrior bade his coursers wheel,
Trampling in dust the feeble and the brave,
Destruction flashed upon his glittering steel,
While round his brow encrimsoned laurels waved,
And o'er him shrilly shrieked the demon of the grave."
-from An Ode To Music, by James G. Percival
awake the sacred lyre,
While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire."
-from A Hymn to Morning