Never does a wilder song
Steal the breezy lyre along,
When the wind in odors dying,
Wooes it with enamored sighing. [ Moore ]

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd.
Or waked to ecstacy the living lyre. [ Gray ]

An ass at the lyre, (i.e. one unsusceptible of music).

Nothing which does not transport is poetry. The lyre is a winged instrument. [ Joubert ]

The fibres of all things have their tension, and are strained like the strings of a lyre. [ Thoreau ]

In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings. [ Balzac ]