The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The fifth was,
The divine Melpomène,
The one that is
melodious,
Was firstly the muse
of singing
To celebrate with
dance and song
Then she became the
muse of tragedy
And hid behind a
tragic mask
A knife or club in her
hand
Creator of beautiful
lyrical phrases
Melpomène muse of
Horace
