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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drunkard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Disease was lurking in the cup!<br>Disastrous folly mantling there!<br>For promised joys he quaffed it up—<br>And his were ruin and despair!<br>Yes—so deceived he tasted first,<br>And fashion the delusion nurst,<br>Till with the texture of his life<br>It wove a warp of madness, agony, and strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The festive bowl!—to that he owes<br>Those drops of shame which now bedew<br>His burning brows—the hell of woes<br>His haggard spirit rushing through!<br>Young, innocent, he took the road<br>That leads to honor’s bright abode;<br>But joined, unwarned, upon the way<br>A bacchanalian troop—there stationed to betray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, could he but recall the past!<br>Oh, could he be what he had been!<br>The pearls of mental promise, cast<br>Away for riot’s joys obscene,<br>Could he reclaim! and knew his soul<br>To execrate, as now, the bowl—<br>That voice which sang to his brave youth<br>High hopes, and glorious aims, were still a voice of truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh what like self contempt can blast<br>The lofty hope, the wish refined?<br>In bitter mockery, at the “last<br>Infirmity of noble mind”<br>It laughs—a laugh in which despair<br>And wild defiance mingled are:<br>And not even madness can exempt<br>The votary of the bowl from grinning self-contempt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, could he but forbear to raise<br>The hellward-hastening draught again,<br>Time yet might quench the lurid blaze,<br>The fiery serpent in his brain!<br>Friendship might take his hand once more,<br>Fond love caress him as before;<br>And gentle peace, and comfort mild,<br>Smile on his future years, as on his youth they smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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Disastrous folly mantling there!
For promised joys he quaffed it up—
And his were ruin and despair!
Yes—so deceived he tasted first,
And fashion the delusion nurst,
Till with the texture of his life
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