Sunday, January 03, 2016
Fill the Cup
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), "The Vision of Sin," lines 75-82:
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I am old, but let me drink; 75Id., lines 95-106:
Bring me spices, bring me wine;
I remember, when I think,
That my youth was half divine.
Wine is good for shrivell'd lips,
When a blanket wraps the day, 80
When the rotten woodland drips,
And the leaf is stamp'd in clay.
Fill the cup, and fill the can: 95
Have a rouse before the morn:
Every moment dies a man,
Every moment one is born.
We are men of ruin'd blood;
Therefore comes it we are wise. 100
Fish are we that love the mud,
Rising to no fancy-flies.
Name and fame! to fly sublime
Thro' the courts, the camps, the schools,
Is to be the ball of Time, 105
Bandied by the hands of fools.
