Wov'n in circles: they that heard it sigh'd, ; The strong tempestuous treble throbb'd and palpitated; Ran into its giddiest whirl of sound, Caught the sparkles, and in circles, Purple gauzes, golden hazes, liquid mazes, Flung the torrent rainbow round : Then they started from their places, Hair, and eyes, and limbs, and faces, Like to Furies, like to Graces, Dash'd together in blinding dew: Till, kill'd with some luxurious agony, The nerve-dissolving melody Flutter'd headlong from the sky. 3. And then I look'd up toward a mountain-tract, 4. "Wrinkled ostler, grim and thin! Here is custom come your way; "Bitter barmaid, waning fast! See that sheets are on my bed ; "Slip-shod waiter, lank and sour, At the Dragon on the heath! Let us have a quiet hour, Let us hob-and-nob with Death. "I am old, but let me drink; "Wine is good for shrivell'd lips, When a blanket wraps the day, When the rotten woodland drips, "Sit thee down, and have no shame, Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee : What care I for any name? What for order or degree? "Let me screw thee up a peg: Let me loose thy tongue with wine : Callest thou that thing a leg? Which is thinnest ? thine or mine? "Thou shalt not be saved by works : Thou hast been a sinner too : Ruin'd trunks on wither'd forks, Empty scarecrows, I and you! "Fill the cup, and fill the can: "We are men of ruin'd blood; Therefore comes it we are wise. Fish are we that love the mud, "Name and fame! to fly sublime Thro' the courts, the camps, the schools, Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied by the hands of fools. Friendship!—to be two in one- Well I know, when I am gone, How she mouths behind my back. "Virtue !-to be good and justEvery heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell "O! we two as well can look "Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. "Drink, and let the parties rave: They are fill'd with idle spleen ; Rising, falling, like a wave, For they know not what they mean. “He that roars for liberty Faster binds a tyrant's power; And the tyrant's cruel glee "Fill the can, and fill the cup : Are but dust that rises up, "Greet her with applausive breath, Freedom, gaily doth she tread; In her right a civic wreath, |