 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
STANZAS.
“Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.”—
Byron.
Byron.
Alas! for the bard, who thus murmured, while tasting
The sweetest draught fame e'er gave mortal to sip,
Who thus his regrets o'er the bubble was wasting,
Though the bright wine beneath it was wooing his lip.
The sweetest draught fame e'er gave mortal to sip,
Who thus his regrets o'er the bubble was wasting,
Though the bright wine beneath it was wooing his lip.
Alas! for the bard, whose green laurels, distilling
A poison so deadly, embittered life's draught;
Far happier the few for whom love's hand is filling
A cup which in age, as in youth, may be quaffed.
A poison so deadly, embittered life's draught;
Far happier the few for whom love's hand is filling
A cup which in age, as in youth, may be quaffed.
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For me life has been, as years onward have glided,
A beaker o'erflowing with brilliant champagne;
The first effervescence has long since subsided,
But the sparkle and flavor, I know, yet remain.
A beaker o'erflowing with brilliant champagne;
The first effervescence has long since subsided,
But the sparkle and flavor, I know, yet remain.
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