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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fill The Goblet Again: A Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fill the goblet again! for I never before <br>Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core; <br>Let us drink!--who would not?--since, through life's varied round, <br>In the goblet alone no deception is found. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have tried in its turn all that life can supply; <br>I have bask'd in the beam of a dark rolling eye; <br>I have loved!--who has not?--but what heart can declare <br>That pleasure existed while passion was there? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the days of my youth, when the heart's in its spring, <br>And dreams that affection can never take wing, <br>I had friends!--who has not?--but what tongue will avow,<br>That friends, rosy wine! are so faithful as thou? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange, <br>Friendship shifts with the sunbeam--thou never canst change; <br>Thou grow'st old--who does not?--but on earth what appears, <br>Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its years? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if blest to the utmost that love can bestow, <br>Should a rival bow down to our idol below, <br>We aree jealous!--who is not?--thou hast no such alloy; <br>For the more that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the season of youth and its vanities past, <br>For refuge we fly to the goblet at last; <br>There we find--do we not?--in the flow of the soul, <br>That truth, as of yore, is confined to the bowl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the box of Pandora was opened on earth,<br>And Misery's triumph commenced over Mirth, <br>Hope was left,--was she not?--but the goblet we kiss, <br>And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long life to the grape! for when summer is flown, <br>The age of our nectar shall gladden our own: <br>We must die--who shall not?--May our sins be forgiven, <br>And Hebe shall never be idle in heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core; 
Let us drink!--who would not?--since, through life's varied round, 
In the goblet alone no deception is found. 

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