St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," he said,
"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."
. . . .
St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head, as though
To give the word the reverence due,
And gently said, "My mother!"
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There's not a thread of it,
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Here's to the red of it,
There's not a thread of it,
No, not a shred of it,
In all the spread of it,
From foot to head,
Not heroes bled for it,
Faced steel and lead for it,
Precious blood shed for it,
Bathing in red.
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Our federal Union: it must be preserved.
Some have meat but cannot eat;
Some could eat but have no meat;
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Some have meat but cannot eat;
Some could eat but have no meat;
We have meat and can all eat;
Blest, therefore, be God for our meat.
A health to the nut-brown lass,
With the hazel eyes: let it pass.
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A health to the nut-brown lass,
With the hazel eyes: let it pass.
. . . .
As much to the lively grey
'Tis as good i' th' night as day:
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She's a savour to the glass,
And excuse to make it pass.
Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow--
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Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow--
The circle of friendship what freedom would sever?
To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow--
Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.
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.
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!
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Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!
Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!
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.
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And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
'Now the king drinks to Hamlet.'
