Get this book in print
About this book
My library
Books on Google Play
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd.
XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed
XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd a power
XXXVII. 'T was night, and many a circling bowl
XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl.
XXXIX. How I love the festive boy.
ib.
221
222
223
XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here.
XLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene.
XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine
XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed.
XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep.
XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring
XLVII. 'T is true, my fading years decline
XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep
XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy.
L. When I drink, I feel, I feel.
224
225
226
The Little Grand Lama
184
LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught
LXIII. To love, the soft and blooming child
LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose winged spear
LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting
LXVI. To thee, the queen of nymphs divine
LXVII. Gentle youth! whose looks assume
LXVIII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn.
LXIX. Now Neptune's sullen month appears.
LXX. They wove the lotus band, to deck
LXXI. A broken cake, with honey sweet.
LXXII. With twenty chords my lyre is hung.
LXXIII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid
LXXIV. I bloom'd awhile, a happy flower.
LXXV. Monarch Love! resistless boy.
233
234
235