VULCAN, contrive me such a Cup As @3Nestor@1 us'd of old; Shew all thy skill to trim it up, Damask it round with Gold. Make it so large, that, fill'd with Sack Up to the swelling Brim, Vast Toasts, on the delicious Lake, Like Ships at Sea, may swim. Engrave not Battel on his Cheek; With War I've nought to do: I'm none of those that took @3Mastrick@1; Nor @3Yarmouth@1 Leaguer knew. Let it no name of Planets tell, Fix'd Stars, or Constellations: For I am no Sir @3Sindrophel@1, Nor none of his Relations. But carve thereon a spreading Vine; Then add two lovely Boys; Their limbs in amorous Folds intwine, The Type of future Joys. @3Cupid@1 and @3Bacchus@1 my Saints are; May Drink and Love still reign: With Wine I wash away my Cares, And then to Love again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD ALCOHOL; SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |