We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Je n'ai ni trépieds grecs, ni coupes de Sicile,
Ni bronzes d'Étrurie aux contours élégants ;
Pour mon étroit foyer tous les Dieux sont trop grands
Que modelait Scopas dans le Paros docile.

De ces trésors, Gallus, je ne puis t'offrir rien ;
Mais j'ai des mètres chers à la Muse natale ;
La lyre en assouplit la cadence inégale.
Je te les donne, ami ! c'est mon unique bien.

...

I have neither Greek tripods, nor Sicilian cups,
Neither Etrurian bronzes with elegant contours;
For my narrow home all the gods are too big
That Scopas modeled in docile Paros.

Of these treasures, Gallus, I can offer you nothing;
But I have meters dear to the native Muse;
The lyre softens the uneven cadence.
I give them to you, friend! it is my only good.

credits

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Thomas Oboe Lee Cambridge, Massachusetts

Thomas Oboe Lee was born in China in 1945. He lived in São Paulo, Brazil, for six years before coming to the United States in 1966. After graduating from the University of Pittsburgh, he studied composition at the New England Conservatory and Harvard University. He has been a member of the music faculty at Boston College since 1990. ... more

contact / help

Contact Thomas Oboe Lee

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Thomas Oboe Lee, you may also like: