 | Poetical remains (1872) |  |
From the Greek of Julian,
PREFECT OF EGYPT
As a garland once I made,
In a bed of roses laid
Love I found; with eager joy,
By the wings I seized the boy;
Crowning then an ample cup,
In a bumper drank him up.
Now along my veins he swims,
Fluttering, tickling, through my limbs.
In a bed of roses laid
Love I found; with eager joy,
By the wings I seized the boy;
Crowning then an ample cup,
In a bumper drank him up.
Now along my veins he swims,
Fluttering, tickling, through my limbs.
What, whence, am I? why came I? but to go.
Where all is doubt, how little can I know?
From nothing I began; in nothing I
Again shall end. Man is but vanity.
Come live then, while you live. A bumper fill.
This cordial is a cure for every ill.
Where all is doubt, how little can I know?
From nothing I began; in nothing I
Again shall end. Man is but vanity.
Come live then, while you live. A bumper fill.
This cordial is a cure for every ill.
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