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Then still while love and young desire
Play through the veins and warm the soul, Burn, burn with love's exalting fire, And drink to beauty's health the bowl.
COME, thou soul-reviving cup,
And try thy healing art; Light the Fancy's visions up,
And warm my wasted heart! Touch with glowing tints of bliss
Memory's fading dream; Give me, while thy lip I kiss,
The heaven that's in thy stream.
In thy fount the Lyric Muse
Ever dipped her wing, Anacreon fed upon thy dews,
And Horace drain'd thy spring!
There my spirit find,
And store my vacant mind !
Pierce through Time's dark reign, All the joys that once were mine
I snatch from Death again;
O’er my melting mind,
And drinks the tear behind!
Ne'er, sweet cup, was votary bless'd
More through life than me;
Thou seest I give to thee!
Mirth's sweet hours away;
To Fancy's brighter day!
Then, magic cup, again for me
Thy power creative try; Again let hope-fed Fancy see
A heaven in Beauty's eye! 0, lift my lighten'd heart away
On Pleasure's downy wing, And let me taste that bliss to-day To-morrow may not bring!
Fill the goblet again! for I never before
(varied round Let us drink! who would not? since through life's In the goblet alone no deception is found.
I have tried in its turn all that life can supply;
declare That pleasure existed while passion was there?
In the days of my youth, when the heart's in its
spring, And dreams that affection can never take wing, I had friends! who has not? but what tongue will
avow That friends, rosy wine! are so faithful as thou? The breast of a mistress some boy may estrange, Friendship shifts with the sunbeam—thou never canst change;
[what appears Thou grow'st old, who does not? but on earth Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its
years ? Yet if bless'd to the utmost that love can bestow, Should a rival bow down to our idol below, We are jealous! who's not?—thou hast no such
alloy, For the more that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy. Then the season of youth and its vanities passid, For refuge we fly to the goblet at last; There we find, do we not? in the flow of the soul, That truth, as of yore, is confined to the bowl! When the box of Pandora was open'd on earth, And Misery's triumph commenced over Mirth; Hope was left, was she not? but the goblet we kiss, And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss. Long life to the grape! for when summer is flown The age of our nectar shall gladden our own; We must die, who shall not? may our sins be for
given, And Hebe shall never be idle in heaven.
Laugh at future care,
Revel light as air !
Call on Music's powers :
Live the passing hours.
Fly to deserts drear !
Mirth is master here.
Strews our path with flowers;
R. A. DAVENPORT.
WRITTEN IN 1788. O’ER the vine-cover'd hills and fair valleys of
See the daystar of Liberty rise, [France Through clouds of detraction unwearied advance,
And hold its new course in the skies.
All Europe with wonder surveys,
Contends for a share in the blaze. [night * This song was written for a German Air, the words of which begin with Bin ein brauner Schweitzer Madchen,' &c.
Let Burke, like a bat, from its splendour retire,
A splendour too strong for his eyes;
Entrapp'd in his cobwebs like flies.
When reason opposes her weight, When the welfare of millions is hung in the scale,
And the balance yet trembles with fate? Ah! who mid the darkness of night would abide
That can taste the sweet breezes of morn? And who that has drunk of the crystalline tide
To the feculent flood would return? When the bosom of beauty the throbbing heart
Ah! who would the transport decline? [meets, And who that has tasted of Liberty's sweets
The prize but with life-would resign? But 'tis over, high Heaven the decision approves,
Oppression has struggled in vain;
And Tyranny gnaws her own chain.
All nature exults in the birth,
And gives a new charter to earth. 0, catch its high import, ye winds, as ye blow!
0, bear it, ye waves, as ye roll! From the nations that feel the sun's vertical glow
To the farthest extremes of the Pole. Equal rights, equal laws to the nations around,
Peace and friendship its precepts impart; And wherever the footsteps of man can be found, , May he bind the decree on his heart.