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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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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   

more Lord Byron at

Fill The Goblet Again
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

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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)

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 

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


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