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The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of read more
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
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I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair that, like the air,
'Tis less of earth than heaven.
I come from good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where Cabots speak read more
I come from good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where Cabots speak only to Lowells,
And the Lowells speak only to God.
I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to
my lips more for thy sake read more
I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to
my lips more for thy sake than for drinking.
Drink to me with thine eyes alone; or if thou wilt, having put it
to thy lips, fill the read more
Drink to me with thine eyes alone; or if thou wilt, having put it
to thy lips, fill the cup with kisses, and so give it me.
There's a health to poverty; it sticks by us when all friends
forsake us.
There's a health to poverty; it sticks by us when all friends
forsake us.
Here's to you, as good as you are,
And here's to me, as bad as I am;
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Here's to you, as good as you are,
And here's to me, as bad as I am;
But as good as you are, and as bad as I am,
I am as good as your are, as bad as I am.
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!
Here's a health to the lad with the read more
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!
Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.