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George Gordon or Lord Byron
George Gordon/Lord Byron

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Some poems scream to be read aloud. Imagine Lord Byron (a partier of renown), giving an “over-the-top” recitation of this poem amidst the Lords and Ladies of his day.  I dare you to do the same at your next wine gathering!

[stanza 7]: According to Greek mythology, Pandora, the first women in a perfect world, was given a box by Zeus and instructed not to open it.  Humans being human, Pandora opened the box, which contained all the maladies of our present world – plus the one relief from them all:  hope.  (As Byron points out, “hope” is unnecessary in a perfect world, where we are “certain of bliss”).

Hebe (last line) was the cup-bearer on Mount  Olympus – sommelier to the gods!
-S. H. Bass  

more Lord Byron at
Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed from A
My Boat Is on the Shore

from the epic poem Don Juan
Few things surpass old wine

Juan would question further
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk
'Tis melancholy and a fearful sign

from  A Translation of Anacreon
Mingle with the genial bowl


Stop Button Clutter!
Fill The Goblet Again
Lord Byron (1788-1824)
, English poet

Fill the goblet again! for I never before
Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;
Let us drink! - who would not? - since, through life’s varied round,
In the goblet alone no deception is found.

I have tried in its turn all that life can supply;
I have basked in the beam of a dark rolling eye;
I have loved! - who has not? - but what heart can declare
That Pleasure existed while Passion was there?

In the days of my youth, when the heart’s in its spring,
And dreams that Affection can never take wing,
I had friends! - who has not? - but what tongue will avow,
That friends, rosy wine! are so faithful as thou?

The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange,
Friendship shifts with the sunbeam - thou never canst change;
Thou grows old - who does not? - but on earth what appears,
Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its years?

Yet if blest to the utmost that Love can bestow,
Should a rival bow down to our idol below,
We are jealous! - who’s not? - thou hast no such alloy;
For the more that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy.

Then the season of youth and its vanities past,
For refuge we fly to the goblet at last;
There we find – do we not? – in the flow of the soul,
That truth, as of yore, is confined to the bowl.

When the box of Pandora was opened on earth,
And Misery’s triumph commenced over Mirth,
Hope was left, – was she not? – but the goblet we kiss,
And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss.

Long life to the grape! for when summer is flown,
The age of our nectar shall gladden our own:
We must die – who shall not? – May our sins be forgiven,
And Hebe shall never be idle in Heaven.

from The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 1 (1898)

Free E-Books by Lord Byron at Project Gutenberg     Free E- Books by George Gordon/Lord Byron
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Lord Byron at the Poetry Foundation

Lord Byron at Amazon
            Lord Byron: The Major Works        Byron's Poetry and Prose
                 Oxford World's Classics               Norton Critical Edition


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