Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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ANACREONTIQUE.
Fill high our bowls with potent wine,And prate no more of love to me;
This goblet shall my mistress be,
A brighter, sweeter far than thine!
More lively white and pink combine,
And this has charms will never flee;
Then kiss your cups, with lips as free
And ardent as I dwell on mine.
Our gallant hearts, the wines that glow
In frequent cups, shall ne'er appal;
There is a land that takes, we know,
A river, at a draught not small!
And should the stream for ever flow,
The thirsty sand would drink it all.
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