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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bacchus: Or, The Vines Of Lesbos</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Bacchus ranging at his leisure,<br>(Io Bacchus! king of pleasure)<br>Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances,<br>And all his thousand airy fancies;<br>Alas! he quite forgot the while<br>His fav'rite vines in Lesbos isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God returning ere they died,<br>Ah! see my jolly Fawns, he cried,<br>The leaves but hardly born are red,<br>And the bare arms for pity spread;<br>The beasts afford a rich manure,<br>Fly, my boys, and bring the cure,<br>Up the mountains, down the vales;<br>Thro' the woods, and o'er the dales;<br>For this, if full the clusters grow,<br>Your bowls shall doubly overflow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So chear'd, with more officious haste<br>They bring the dung of ev'ry beast,<br>The loads they wheel, the roots they bare,<br>They lay the rich manure with care,<br>While oft he calls to labour hard,<br>And names as oft the red reward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The plants revive, new leaves appear,<br>The thick'ning clusters load the year;<br>The season swiftly purple grew,<br>The grapes hung dangling deep with blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A vineyard ripe a day serene<br>Now calls them all to work again; <br>The Fawns thro' ev'ry furrow shoot<br>To load their flaskets with the fruit;<br>And now the vintage early trod,<br>The wines invite the jovial God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strow the roses, raise the song,<br>See the master comes along!<br>Lusty Revel join'd with Laughter,<br>Whim and Frolic follow after.<br>The Fawns beside the vatts remain<br>To shew the work, and reap the gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All around, and all around<br>They sit to riot on the ground,<br>A vessel stands amidst the ring,<br>And here they laugh, and there they sing;<br>Or rise a jolly jolly band,<br>And dance about it hand in hand;<br>Dance about, and shout amain,<br>Then sit to laugh and sing again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as an antient author sung,<br>The vine manur'd with ev'ry dung,<br>From ev'ry creature strangely drew,<br>A tang of brutal nature too;<br>'Twas hence in drinking on the lawns<br>New turns of humour seiz'd the Fawns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here one was crying out, by Jove!<br>Another, fight me in the grove;<br>This wounds a friend, and that the trees;<br>The Lion's temper reign'd in these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another grins and leaps about,<br>And keeps a merry world of rout,<br>And talks impertinently free;<br>And twenty talk the same as he:<br>Chatt'ring, airy, idle, kind:<br>These take the Monkey-turn of mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here one who saw the nymphs that stood<br>To peep upon them from the wood,<br>Steals off, to try if any maid<br>Be lagging late beneath the shade;<br>While loose discourse another raises<br>In naked Nature's plainest phrases;<br>And ev'ry glass he drinks enjoys<br>With change of nonsense, lust and noise;<br>Mad and careless, hot and vain, <br>Such as these the Goat retain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another drinks and casts it up,<br>And drinks and wants another cup,<br>Solemn, silent, and sedate,<br>Ever long and ever late,<br>Full of meats and full of wine;<br>This takes his temper from the swine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here some who hardly seem to breathe,<br>Drink and hang the jaw beneath,<br>Gaping, tender, apt to weep;<br>Their natures alter'd by the sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas thus one autumn all the crew<br>(If what the Poets sing be true)<br>While Bacchus made the merry feast<br>Inclin'd to one or other beast;<br>And since 'tis said for many a mile<br>He spread the vines of Lesbos isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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(Io Bacchus! king of pleasure)
Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances,
And all his thousand airy fancies;
Alas! he quite forgot the while
His fav'rite vines in Lesbos isle.

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