1892 The flowing bowl when and what to drink (1892, c1891)

POETRY.

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Now with roses we are crowned, Let our mirth and cups go round, While a girl, whose hand a spear, Wound with ivy twines, does bear, With her white feet beats the ground To the lyre's harmonious sound, Played by some fairy boy, whose choice Skill is heightened by his voice; Bright-haired Love, with his divine

Mother, and the god of wine Will flock hither, glad to see Old men of their company.

ANACREON.

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AND let And let

me the canakin clink, clink,

me the canakin clink:

A soldier's a man, A life's but a span, Why, then, let a soldier drink.

biltong cwb Ckopatra, II. 7. COME, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne: In thy vats our cares be drown'd; With thy grapes our hairs be crown 'd ; Cup us, till the world go round ; Cup us, till the world go round.

King