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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[I'll pledge thee, Mary, long and deep] |
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[I'll pledge thee, Mary, long and deep]
“Jam bibe; formosa es: nil tibi vina nocent.
“Cum tua præpendent demissæ in pocula sertæ,
“Et mea deductâ carmina voce legis,
“Largius effuso madeat tibi mensa Falerno;
“Spumet et aurato mollius in calice.”
“Cum tua præpendent demissæ in pocula sertæ,
“Et mea deductâ carmina voce legis,
“Largius effuso madeat tibi mensa Falerno;
“Spumet et aurato mollius in calice.”
I'll pledge thee, Mary, long and deep,
And drink at once of love and wine,
Aye, and the sacred cup I'll keep
Unsullied by a breath but mine:
And drink at once of love and wine,
Aye, and the sacred cup I'll keep
Unsullied by a breath but mine:
And tenfold shall it fire my soul
With inspiration sweet, to sip
The noble liquor from that bowl
Which once hath met thy dewy lip!
With inspiration sweet, to sip
The noble liquor from that bowl
Which once hath met thy dewy lip!
Like wine our love may't be, the more
We've drain'd the more we'll wish to drain;
And may misfortune's heavy hour
Ne'er spill the bliss betwixt us twain.
We've drain'd the more we'll wish to drain;
And may misfortune's heavy hour
Ne'er spill the bliss betwixt us twain.
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While, true to thine, my lip I wet,
A draught of Lethe may it be,
Joys, sorrows, hopes, may I forget,
And centre all my soul in thee;—
A draught of Lethe may it be,
Joys, sorrows, hopes, may I forget,
And centre all my soul in thee;—
And when thou'rt false to plighted love
And feelst no more the mutual glow,
A bowl of poison may it prove,
That I thy scorn may never know!
And feelst no more the mutual glow,
A bowl of poison may it prove,
That I thy scorn may never know!
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