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Article A SONG. Page 1 of 1 Article ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY WEEPING. Page 1 of 1
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A Song.
A SONG .
BY T . P . LET him who , engag'd in pursuit after truth , To care gives his nights and his days , In lieu of the light waving ringlets of youth , E ' en clothe his bald noddle with bays :
A stranger to fear , nor acknowledging pain , The hero , who joys in the foe , Whose pleasures increase with the number of slain . With laurel may circle his brow . Such honour my breast neither envies nor knows : For me then a chaplet entwine ,
In unison sweet where the soft blushing rose Shall meet the luxuriant vine . In its shade shall the train of gay Fancy appear , And Hope her fair progeny show , While on visions so sweetly my spirits , that cheer . The bowl shall existence bestow . Can Science indeed teach us how to enjoy ?
Then fill the first bumper to Science . The cares of to-day it will help to destroy , To-morrow to set at defiance .,, The soldier may deal death and carnage around . From the wide spreading bomb , or the mine , For me , O ye Gods ! be my enmities drown'd In a flaggon of generous wine .
Alexander his courage deriv'd from the bowl ; And as for the sage Aristotle , No cynic was he , but a jovial old soul , And his wisdom he suck'd from' the bottle . As the honours of life I unenvying pass , Its sorrows O let me escape ! No tutor I seek , but the gay sparkling glass , No blood , but the blood of the grape .
On A Beautiful Young Lady Weeping.
ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY WEEPING .
O NOW the certain cause I know , Whence the rose and lilies grow On your fair cheeks : the frequent show ' rs , Which you do shed , produce those flow'rs . If that the floods could Venus bring , And warlike Mars from Juno spring , Why may not hence two Gods arise , This from your Cheeks , that from your Eyes . M .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Song.
A SONG .
BY T . P . LET him who , engag'd in pursuit after truth , To care gives his nights and his days , In lieu of the light waving ringlets of youth , E ' en clothe his bald noddle with bays :
A stranger to fear , nor acknowledging pain , The hero , who joys in the foe , Whose pleasures increase with the number of slain . With laurel may circle his brow . Such honour my breast neither envies nor knows : For me then a chaplet entwine ,
In unison sweet where the soft blushing rose Shall meet the luxuriant vine . In its shade shall the train of gay Fancy appear , And Hope her fair progeny show , While on visions so sweetly my spirits , that cheer . The bowl shall existence bestow . Can Science indeed teach us how to enjoy ?
Then fill the first bumper to Science . The cares of to-day it will help to destroy , To-morrow to set at defiance .,, The soldier may deal death and carnage around . From the wide spreading bomb , or the mine , For me , O ye Gods ! be my enmities drown'd In a flaggon of generous wine .
Alexander his courage deriv'd from the bowl ; And as for the sage Aristotle , No cynic was he , but a jovial old soul , And his wisdom he suck'd from' the bottle . As the honours of life I unenvying pass , Its sorrows O let me escape ! No tutor I seek , but the gay sparkling glass , No blood , but the blood of the grape .
On A Beautiful Young Lady Weeping.
ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY WEEPING .
O NOW the certain cause I know , Whence the rose and lilies grow On your fair cheeks : the frequent show ' rs , Which you do shed , produce those flow'rs . If that the floods could Venus bring , And warlike Mars from Juno spring , Why may not hence two Gods arise , This from your Cheeks , that from your Eyes . M .