The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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Up with the sparkling brimmer,
Up to the crystal rim;
Let not a moon-beam glimmer
'Twixt the flood and brim.
When hath the world set eyes on
Aught to match this light,
Which, o'er our cup's horizon,
Dawns in bumpers bright?
Up to the crystal rim;
Let not a moon-beam glimmer
'Twixt the flood and brim.
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Aught to match this light,
Which, o'er our cup's horizon,
Dawns in bumpers bright?
Truth in a deep well lieth—
So the wise aver:
But Truth the fact denieth—
Water suits not her.
No, her abode's in brimmers.
Like this mighty cup—
Waiting till we, good swimmers,
Dive to bring her up.
So the wise aver:
But Truth the fact denieth—
Water suits not her.
No, her abode's in brimmers.
Like this mighty cup—
Waiting till we, good swimmers,
Dive to bring her up.
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