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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.

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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,
The joys of Music, Love, and Wine,
While high the votive cup I hold,
And trace the forms that breathe in gold.

Beneath this vine, lo! Bacchus laid,
Round Venus twines the ivy braid ; ·
While each light Grace, with zone unbound,
Weaves the dance their bower around.

Here, with gay song and sportive lyre,
Wing'd Cupid leads th? Idalian choir,
Where the crush'd grape, from every veing
Dyes their foot with purple stain.

Chorus.

I heard the God's ecstatic notes,
Each sense in sweet delirium, floats;
Pledge the cup, the chorus join,
And echo' Music, Love, and Wine.

SOTHEBY.

AMATORY SONGS.

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Blest as th’immortal Gods is he,
The youth that fondly sits by thee;
And sees, and hears thee, all the while,
Softly speak, and sweetly smile.

"T was this deprived my soul of rest,

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And raised such tumults in my breast ; i
For while I gazed, in transport tost,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost.

My bosom glow'd, a subtile flame,
Ran quick through all my vital frame;
O’er my dim eyes a darkness hung,
My ears with hollow murmurs rung.

In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd,
My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ;
My feeble pulse forgot to play,

! I fainted, sunk, and died away. *

A. PHILLIPS.

* An elegant translation of a celebrated ode of Sappho.

Tay

Thy fatal sbafts unerring move,
I bow before thine altar, Love;
I feel the soft resistless flame
Glide swift through all my vital frame.

For while I gaze, my bosom glows,
My blood in tides impetuous flows;
Hope, fear, and joy alternate roll,
And floods of transport whelm my soul.

My faltering tongue attempts in vain
In soothing numbers to complain;
My tongue some secret magic ties,
My murmurs sink in broken sighs.

Condemn’d to nurse eternal carc,
And ever drop the silent tear,
Unheard I mourn, unknown I sigh,
Unfriended live, uppitied die.

SMOLLETT.

Au!

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.
Yet eager looks, and dying sighs,

My secret soul discover,
While rapture trembling thro' my eyes

Reveals how much I love her.
The tender glance, the reddening cheek,

O'erspread with rising blushes,
A thousand various ways they speak

A thousand various wishes.

For oh! that form so heavenly fair,

Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling,
That artless blush, and modest air,

So artfully beguiling!
Thy every look, and every grace,

So charm whene'er I view thee,
Till death o'ertake me in the chase

Still will my hopes pursue thee :

Thco

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