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“RUBY WINE AND ROSY LIP.”
Ruby wine and rosy lip
I have quaffed and press'd;
Nor, while each in turn I sip,
Know I which is best.
Tell me which is most divine,
Ruby lip or rosy wine?
I have quaffed and press'd;
Nor, while each in turn I sip,
Know I which is best.
Tell me which is most divine,
Ruby lip or rosy wine?
When the glass alone I hold,
Doubtful is the bliss;
For although it cannot scold,
Yet it cannot—kiss.
Tell me which is most divine,
Rosy lip or ruby wine?
Doubtful is the bliss;
For although it cannot scold,
Yet it cannot—kiss.
Tell me which is most divine,
Rosy lip or ruby wine?
When I drink but woman's eyes,
Partial is the joy;
What if there no poison lies,
Woman may be-coy!
Tell me which is most divine,
Ruby lip or rosy wine?
Partial is the joy;
What if there no poison lies,
Woman may be-coy!
Tell me which is most divine,
Ruby lip or rosy wine?
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Both at once do best engage
All my heart, in sooth,
If the wine be crowned with age,
And the lip with youth.
Both alike are most divine,
Rosy lip and ruby wine!
All my heart, in sooth,
If the wine be crowned with age,
And the lip with youth.
Both alike are most divine,
Rosy lip and ruby wine!
Ruby wine and rosy lip
Give, my love, to me;
Happy to my finger's tip
By my trust in thee.
True love only makes divine
Ruby lip and rosy wine.
Give, my love, to me;
Happy to my finger's tip
By my trust in thee.
True love only makes divine
Ruby lip and rosy wine.
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