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Fill
the Goblet Again
by Lord Byron
FILL the goblet again! for I never before
Felt the glow that 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.
I have tried in its turn all that life can supply;
I have basked in the beam of a dark rolling eye;
I have loved!-who has not?-but what heart can declare,
That pleasure existed whilst passion was there?
In the bright days of youth, when the heart's in its spring,
And dream that affection can never take wing,
I had friends!-who has not?-but what tongue will avow,
That friends, rosy wine, are so faithful as thou?
The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange;
Friendship shifts with the sunbeam-thou never canst change,
Thou grow'st old!-who does not?-but on earth what appears,
Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its years?
Yet if blest to the utmost that love can bestow,
Should a rival bow down to our idol below,
We are jealous-who's not?-thou hast no such alloy;
For the more that enjoy thee, the more they enjoy.
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