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ODE XXVI. THE TRANSPORTS OF WINE.
When gay Bacchus fills my Breast,
All my Cares are lull'd to Rest,
Rich I seem as Lydia's King,
Merry Catch or Ballad sing;
Ivy-wreaths my Temples shade,
Ivy that will never fade:
Thus I sit in Mind elate,
Laughing at the Farce of State.
All my Cares are lull'd to Rest,
Rich I seem as Lydia's King,
Merry Catch or Ballad sing;
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Ivy that will never fade:
Thus I sit in Mind elate,
Laughing at the Farce of State.
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Some delight in fighting Fields,
Nobler Transports Bacchus yields:
Fill the Bowl—I ever said,
'Tis better to lie drunk than dead.
Nobler Transports Bacchus yields:
Fill the Bowl—I ever said,
'Tis better to lie drunk than dead.
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