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I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass. Yonder, by ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun slow dived from noon goes down; my soul mounts up! she wearies with her endless hill.
I will mix the honey of thy luscious lips with the crimson bubbles on this goblet's brim, and the taste thereof shall be as nectar dropped from paradise! Nay, nay! I will drink to none but Myself, to the immortal bard Sah-luma, Poet of poets, named first and greatest on the scroll of Fame! ... aye, 'tis a worthy toast and merits a deeper draught of mellow vintage!
The cabin; by the stern windows; Ahab sitting alone, and gazing out. I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass. Yonder, by the ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue.
Then I hummed in English: So, ho! dear Gretchen, winsome lass, I want no tricky wine, But amber nectar bring to me, Whose rich bouquet will cling to me, Whose spirit voice will sing to me From out the mug divine So, here's your toll a kiss away, You Hebe of the Rhine! No goblet's gold means cheer to me, Let no cut glass get near to me Go, Gretchen, haste the beer to me, And put it in the stein!
The brimming goblet's bright and purple beams Mirror the world with joy, And pleasure from the golden grape-juice gleams Pleasure untainted by alloy. Concealed behind departed years, your eyes Find roses now alone; And, as the summer tempest quickly flies, Your heavy sorrows, too, are flown.
He, whose whole thoughts to love incline, And heated with th' enliv'ning wine, With interest repaid her glances, And answer'd all her kind advances. Thus sip they from the goblet's brink Each other's kisses while they drink; Which with the sparkling wine combin'd, Quick passage to the heart did find.
Saladin made a sign to the dwarf, who advanced and pronounced, with a harsh voice, the words, ACCIPE HOC! The Templar started, like a steed who sees a lion under a bush beside the pathway; yet instantly recovered, and to hide, perhaps, his confusion, raised the goblet to his lips. But those lips never touched that goblet's rim. The sabre of Saladin left its sheath as lightning leaves the cloud.
And filling himself a cup of wine he raised it aloft, looking at Theos smilingly as he did so. "To your health, my noble friend!" he cried, "and to the joys of the passing hour!" "A wise toast!" answered Theos, placing his lips to his own goblet's rim, "For the past is past, 'twill never return, the future we know not, and only the present can be called our own!
Nestor, joyous reveller old, Who three generations saw, Now the leaf-crowned cup of gold Gave to weeping Hecuba. "Drain the goblet's draught so cool, And forget each painful smart! Bacchus' gifts are wonderful, Balsam for a broken heart. Drain the goblet's draught so cool, And forget each painful smart! Bacchus' gifts are wonderful, Balsam for a broken heart.
Drink, drink, deeply drink, Never feel, and never think; What's love? what's fame? a sigh, a smile. Friendship? but a hollow wile. If you've any thought or woe, Drown them in the goblet's flow. Yes! dash them in this brimming cup; Dash them in, and drink them up. Drink, drink, deeply drink, Never feel, and never think. 'Hark, the trumpets! The King and Queen! 'The procession is coming.
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