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The Libation Of Maffeo Orsini.
THE LIBATION OF MAFFEO ORSINI .
BY W . RAILSFOBD . " D BISK , comrades , di-ink A right good health to the Borgia ; Oh ! never shrink , When Orsini drinks deep to tho Borgia .
In the glow of the sunset dies out the brave day , With a shower of blossoms June chases fair May ; Iu the wild-foaming ocean wave follows on wave , And the shadows creep chill round the edge of the grave : On he speeds , the old enemy , Time , the stern king , Scorning all the sweet ballads Love's companies sing ;
In the clink of the wine cup , glad music shall be Ever joyous ancl true like this brave revelry ; Therefore drink while you can , e'er the night is far spent , Or our hearts lose the tone of a happy content , And pledge me in troth to the Borgia .
See , see gallant friends , how the moon's rays fall over The soft flowing stream where the night birds yet hover ; Where the lonely marsh-bittern , hath paused on his way , And the owls have ceased hooting to list to my lay : Never heed how time passes , if his scythe is so smart , I warrant our revels shall glad his old heart ;
Never care , never fret , what to-morrow may bring , But fill the glass full , friends , and hear what I sing : Cold , or hot we defy even Winter ' s ice-reign , Our hearts are in Spring , and our hope is not vain ; Let the clouds darkly compass our path for awhile , We will win back Love ' s light with Lucrotia's smile ; In those eyes dwell a magic , ha ! ha ! you shall see How gentle their glance is , when they linger on me , — So drink gallants , all , to the Borgia .
***** Hangs tho lute upon the wall , Where the morning breezes fall 1 Have the stars grown pale and dim ,
By the river ' s mossy brim ? Where is Echo , is he slain In an agony of pain ,
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The Libation Of Maffeo Orsini.
THE LIBATION OF MAFFEO ORSINI .
BY W . RAILSFOBD . " D BISK , comrades , di-ink A right good health to the Borgia ; Oh ! never shrink , When Orsini drinks deep to tho Borgia .
In the glow of the sunset dies out the brave day , With a shower of blossoms June chases fair May ; Iu the wild-foaming ocean wave follows on wave , And the shadows creep chill round the edge of the grave : On he speeds , the old enemy , Time , the stern king , Scorning all the sweet ballads Love's companies sing ;
In the clink of the wine cup , glad music shall be Ever joyous ancl true like this brave revelry ; Therefore drink while you can , e'er the night is far spent , Or our hearts lose the tone of a happy content , And pledge me in troth to the Borgia .
See , see gallant friends , how the moon's rays fall over The soft flowing stream where the night birds yet hover ; Where the lonely marsh-bittern , hath paused on his way , And the owls have ceased hooting to list to my lay : Never heed how time passes , if his scythe is so smart , I warrant our revels shall glad his old heart ;
Never care , never fret , what to-morrow may bring , But fill the glass full , friends , and hear what I sing : Cold , or hot we defy even Winter ' s ice-reign , Our hearts are in Spring , and our hope is not vain ; Let the clouds darkly compass our path for awhile , We will win back Love ' s light with Lucrotia's smile ; In those eyes dwell a magic , ha ! ha ! you shall see How gentle their glance is , when they linger on me , — So drink gallants , all , to the Borgia .
***** Hangs tho lute upon the wall , Where the morning breezes fall 1 Have the stars grown pale and dim ,
By the river ' s mossy brim ? Where is Echo , is he slain In an agony of pain ,