Satires—Imitations—AND
Sonnets.
by
Cornwall Bayley
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SONG.
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O!
Bring the flowing goblet here,
That lulls the soul to sleep;
And as it’s charms my bosom cheer,
Let me forget to weep!
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2.
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cannot be!—when mourns the breast |
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With
temporary woe;
Wine may promote it’s genial rest,
And sorrow cease to flow!
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But
when the wishes cease to live,
And Death becomes a friend;
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Life’s
only cure that wine can give,
Is—hast’ning on it’s end!
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