Anacreontic.
By Thomas Moore
in lachrymas verterat omne merum. TIB. lib. i. eleg. 5. Press the grape, and let it pour Around the board its purple shower: And, while the drops my goblet steep, I'll think in woe the clusters weep. Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine! Heaven grant no tears, but tears of wine. Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow, I'll taste the luxury of woe.
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