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Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull
by George Gordon aka Lord Byron (1788-1824)


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1788-1824


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NOTES:
Lord Byron’s gardener unearthed a human skull while in the midst of his duties one day:

“Observing it to be of giant size, and in a perfect state of preservation, a strange fancy seized me of having it set and mounted as a drinking cup.  I accordingly sent it to town, and it returned with a very high polish, and of a mottled color like tortoiseshell."   - Lord Byron
- S. H. Bass   


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'Tis melancholy and a fearful sign

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Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup                      Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed from A Skull by Lord Byron
Formed From A Skull

Lord Byron (1788-1824), English poet



Start not - nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull,
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.

I lived, I loved, I quaff’d, like thee:
I died: let earth my bones resign;
Fill up - thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.

Better to hold the sparkling grape,
Than nurse the earth-worm’s slimy brood;
And circle in the goblet’s shape
The drink of Gods, than reptile’s food.

Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,
In aid of others’ let me shine;
And when, alas! our brains are gone,
What nobler substitute than wine?

Quaff while thou canst: another race,
When thou and thine, like me, are sped,
May rescue thee from earth’s embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.

Why not? since through life’s little day
Our heads such sad effects produce;
Redeem’d from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs, to be of use.



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


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            Lord Byron: The Major Works        Byron's Poetry and Prose
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