The Sun.
London, England, 1821-12-14 00:00:00

O E R "ti

Tile following Song was hastpyyomp?sed, by one of a com-
pany of young 54en after dinner; *den the celebrated '4 Bacco
In Toicisna;" oiliEDI was read

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Merrily, merrily, here we sit,
,Quaffing our Wine scattering wit ;
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Whereis the 'wretch so dull of soul
As not to be gay o'er `t is flowing boid ?
Oh'send him to herd with your. cold-hearted thinkers,
Or those prosy-rogueitall"dWatei dririkers.

And now Tor sohg, 'Or a'retidefai,
Of the jolly old -days- that lia;-e passed away,
When Wine was in and men might drink
As much as they pleasid, nor have to think
Of long tavern bills to pay—
lirben Bacchus stole slily frem heav'n to earth
To visit the jovial sons of mirth,
_ Who lived at that time

In a summer clime, -
'For he sat wick! his bride* on a Tuscan hill,
While his priests were in waiting'his glass to fill
With nectar, which sparkled so clear and !nightly, •
Like the moon on the wave, when she sports o'er it iightir;
. - Or the glances from Ariadne's eyes—
'But altho' itlWas ting'd with a soft mellow flush, '
Oh t it could not compare with the delicate blush;
.. ' J. Which- o'er her beauteous scheek would rise,. . . •
'When the idle breeze, as it'insed that way,
..-.. _ .
Lciter'd awhile with her tresses to play, ' - ..
11%.;ing them gently to and fro,
. . As they dusering hung o'er her breast of snowy ..,
• And music, -thro' the sweet air stealing,
Ileld her soul in varied sway—
As
now it swell'd in bursts of feeling,
Now softly sinking died away ;,
1 • And louder notes are heard between
Of those who to the NI andoleen
. Sung hymus to Bacchus and his ipvely Queen.

. r First he tested Carmignano, ;
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'Montegonze, Colornbazio, - ' '.- ' ' • -
Sweet Fiesole, -'. ~- ' • ..- '''. •
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And long he linger'd o'er the juice, • -' -
'-• : ' Which thelwisted vines produce , .
- •• ' Of Vall' ombrosa, Sansovino,-
' lliargalot, and.Artitnino -• • .
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~ And his eyes they twinkled in ecstasy,. ;. .
As he sipp'd and sipp'd alternately ' • :
I . The rich and fragrant Aloscadello, . ' ...
From Petraio, and Castello,.
' . And loud Stromboli; - . •, . :"
"Whilst Satyrs, dancing round, . ... . •
- .7- - -Made the hollow earth rebound,
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.:. ",. -.As they dump'd 1- upon the ground , ,
.... .
:-. - With their awkward horny hoofs, and—,—,- .•
Hark i who knockS ?
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... 'Tis a grave old man with silvery locks. . - •
'-' His skeleton fingers and vulture claws
. , -,. Can scarcely grasp ti.crutch ; his toothless jaws-..
Mumble together with cold ; and his back ' -'
Is bowed down by age ;. some old Cogniac ' •
May freshen the blood in his wasted cheeks,
Then pour out agoblet—But, hold ! he speaki :-
- " The time has been that bold and erect I stood,
" Or walk'd the earth with proud uplifted brow,
" Casting my scornful eyes above ; I wou'd
" Not deign to look on what r trod ; but now,l
" With bended back and tote* stepl go,
" Like one who counts the grains' Of dust below: '
-'s And my eyes are sunk in my palsied head, .- -
" The'colour long since from my cheeks bath fled,
" And see, they are wither'd and pale instead ;
" All wrinkled my brow'appears, rf
" And the winters of many years
" Have frozen my blood and chill'd my soul,
"And blanch'd these straggling locks—hence with yon
. bowl,
" I will not taste the poison it COntains—
" And hear me, ye-in whose youthful veins
• " The blood now flows in so fierce a stream,
- --" Tito' your lips may quiver 'with mad delight— "1
':" Tho'-your eyes-may sparkle with wilder light-_ f.
." Tho' your revelry last from morn till night—. C '
44 Tho' reason=-neglected hath taken her flighL-. )
•• ', ' " Yeti soon must wake from your feverish dream -.
." The last dying note of your Bacchanal song
" May be follow'd by accents of woe ere long.
' ''" You have heard'my warning voice—beware ! '
" Would you know my name—they call me Care."
Ohl 'seize on the wretch by his last lock of hair, _..
And bid them a butt of old Malmsey prepare, ,;, •
•-• ' :' By the Gods !.. he shall finish his homily there,-•
• - 'Tis a duty to Bacchus we owe, , -•- •
-: - .. ' :IVO mercy, no mercy we'll shew ; • -
But join heart and hand in the pastime divine
' • ' Of drowning old Care in a choice butt of wine—
He
. , .
Ile imnaayy
groan,—
. • ' But the louder we'll sing, •
• : - 'Till we make the hall ring • •
With the sound of our shouts as we quaff off this toast,
Miy the ferryman grant a quick pass to his ghost,
• And -land him at length on the opposite shore ;
-And when we are laid low, then the neat jovial race •
Must take heed, if he dire to revisit this place,
' To drown the old Caitiff once more. •' •

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• Con la vaga Arianna un di'sedea..—Ditirambo.
t Figure of speech, Onomato pctia.
NONNULLUS.