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WINE, wine in the morning
Makes us frolic and gay, That like eagles we soar
In the pride of the day; Gouty sots of the night
Only find a decay.
'Tis the sun ripes the grape,
And to drinking gives light; We imitate him
When by noon we're at heights They steal wine who take it
When he's out of sight.
Boy, fill all the glasses,
Fill them up now he shines ; The higher he rises
The more he refines, For wine and wit fall
As their maker declines.
A GLEE A GLEE
ON A GOLD CUP WITH EMBOSSED FIGURES.
Mirtu! be thy mingled pleasures mine,
Beneath this vine, lo! Bacchus laid,
Here, with gay song and sportive lyre,
I heard the God's ecstatic notes,
"T was this deprived my soul of rest,
My bosom glow'd, a subtile flame,
In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd,
! I fainted, sunk, and died away. *
* An elegant translation of a celebrated ode of Sappho.
Thy fatal sbafts unerring move,
For while I gaze, my bosom glows,
My faltering tongue attempts in vain
Condemn’d to nurse eternal carc,
A.! the shepherd's mournful fate!
When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish, To bear the scornful fair-one's hate,
Nor dare disclose his anguish.
My secret soul discover,
Reveals how much I love her.
O'erspread with rising blushes,
A thousand various wishes.
For oh! that form so heavenly fair,
Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling,
So artfully beguiling!
So charm whene'er I view thee,
Still will my hopes pursue thee :