'BACCHANALIAN SONGS. 'Tis not so sweet .as woman's lip, But, oh! 'tin more sincere, Like her delusive beam 'Twill steal away thy mind; But, like affectlon's (iream, It leaves no sting bekind. Come, twine the wreath, thy brows .to diode, T?nese flowers were cuffed at noon; Like woman's love the rose will fade, ,But, oh! not half so soon. But though the tiower's decayed, It's fragrance is not o'er; J?ut once when 1ove's betrayed, The heart can bloom no more. 'FHE CHARMS OF LIFE. ! LOV=. to see the ;lowing bowl With ruby lustre crown'd; I love to see the flow of soul, And care in goblet drown'd; Oh tell me not of beauty's power, Of w?man's soft control, J?ut, give me, gods, the social hour, The transports of the bowl, The song, the jest, the laugh, the glee, Compose the charms of life for me. If wine can y?eM one's care relief, Then let its current flow; If sparkling cup can banish grief, Then bask we in their glow. The sand of life too soon runs out, And joy is but a flower; J?e gay and push the bowl about, Taste wine, and prove its power. Thb son?, ?m. �
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