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English
1708
XXIII. Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust Descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and  sans End! AH MAKE THE MOST OF WHAT WE YET MAY SPEND BEFORE WE TOO INTO THE DUST DESCEND DUST INTO DUST AND UNDER DUST TO LIE SANS WINE SANS SONG SANS SINGER AND SANS END
shyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter--the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep. XVIII. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX. And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean-- Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen! XX. Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears- To-morrow?--Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years. XXI. Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to Rest. XXII. And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom? THEY SAY THE LION AND THE LIZARD KEEP THE COURTS WHERE GIANSHEAD GLORIED AND DRANK DEEP AND BACHAM THAT GREAT HUNTER THE WILD ASS STAMPS O'ER HIS HEAD AND HE LIES FAST ASLEEP I SOMETIMES THINK THAT NEVER BLOWS SO RED THE ROSES WHERE SOME BURIED CAESAR BLED THAT EVERY HYACINTH THE GARDEN WEARS DROPT IN ITS LAP FROM SOME ONCE LOVELY HEAD AND THIS DELIGHTFUL HERB WHOSE TENDER GREEN FLEDGES THE RIVER'S LIP ON WHICH WE LEAN AH LEAN UPON IT LIGHTLY FOR WHO KNOWS FROM WHAT ONCE LOVELY LIP IT SPRINGS UNSEEN AH MY BELOVED FILL THE CUP THAT CLEARS TO DAY OF PAST REGRET AND FUTURE FEARS TO MORROW WHY TO MORROW I MAY BE MYSELF WITH YESTERDAY'S SEVEN THOUSAND YEARS LO SOME WE LOVED THE LOVELIEST AND THE BEST THAT TIME AND FATE OF ALL THEIR VINTAGE PREST HAVE DRUNK THEIR CUP A ROUND OR TWO BEFORE AND ONE BY ONE CREPT SILENTLY TO REST AND WE THAT NOW MAKE MERRY IN THE ROOM THEY LEFT AND SUMMER DRESSES IN NEW BLOOM OURSELVES MUST WE BENEATH THE COUCH OF EARTH DESCEND OURSELVES TO MAKE A COUCH FOR WHOM
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