COME, Bacchus, bid thy nectar flow, The balm for sad hearts pining, For rosy dreams in wine cups glow And set soft eyes a-shining. Why dull and sad when wine makes glad The hearts of man and maid too; Fill each his cup and drink it up, And plague take him afraid to. If times be out of joint and wrong, And pates grown dull with thinking, Why, chase the dolours with a song And set the wine cups clinking. A bonnie lass, a well-filled glass, 'Twas what good wine was sent for; A stolen kiss comes not amiss, 'Tis what red lips were meant for. So, Bacchus, join us at the board, A Queen we will provide you, Pour out the choicest of your hoard When Venus sits beside you. We'll bribe old Time with mirthful chime A longer span to coin us; And cup in hand, he'll quit his sand, Fling down his scythe and join us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARTY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GULF-WEED by CORNELIUS GEORGE FENNER NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AUTUMNAL SONNET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE MUSICAL CONQUERERS by PHILIP AYRES CLEVEDON VERSES: 7. NORTON WOOD (DORA'S BIRTHDAY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |