 | Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow |  |
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ODE XXXIX.
[Lo, when I drink the purple wine]
Lo, when I drink the purple wine,
The pleasures of the heart are mine:
Then I begin with joy to sing
The Muses, and the sacred spring.
The pleasures of the heart are mine:
Then I begin with joy to sing
The Muses, and the sacred spring.
When I drink wine, I dance and play;
Care from my heart is snatch'd away;
Care, and all anxious counsels flee
To the winds, that sweep the sea.
Care from my heart is snatch'd away;
Care, and all anxious counsels flee
To the winds, that sweep the sea.
When I drink wine, the jolly God
Touches me with his purple rod;
For me does ev'ry sweet employ,
Flowery airs, and winy joy.
Touches me with his purple rod;
For me does ev'ry sweet employ,
Flowery airs, and winy joy.
When I drink wine, my careless hours
I pass in weaving crowns of flowers;
Garlands upon my head I place,
And praise of life the tranquil grace.
I pass in weaving crowns of flowers;
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And praise of life the tranquil grace.
When I drink wine, with odorous oil
Myself I bathe, the Syrian spoil;
Withhold a girl, too, in my arms,
And sing of Love's almighty charms.
Myself I bathe, the Syrian spoil;
Withhold a girl, too, in my arms,
And sing of Love's almighty charms.
When I drink wine, and gaily sup
Of a deep, big-bellied cup,
My mind I pleasure with the truth,
And sweet speech of ingenuous youth.
Of a deep, big-bellied cup,
My mind I pleasure with the truth,
And sweet speech of ingenuous youth.
When I drink wine, this doth remain
To me, alone, of all my gain;
That what I drink I take with me,
Death being all men's destiny.
To me, alone, of all my gain;
That what I drink I take with me,
Death being all men's destiny.
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