The Baccahanalians

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Robert Tannahill

Encircl'd in a cloud of smoke,
Sat the convivial core;
Like light'ning flash'd the merry joke,
The thund'ring laugh did roar.
Blithe Bacchus pierc'd his fav'rite hoard,
The sparkling glasses shine:
'Tis this, they cry, come, sweep the board,
Which makes us all divine.
2. Apollo tun'd the vocal shell,
With song, with catch, and glee;
The sonorous hall the notes did swell,
And echoed merrily.
Each sordid, selfish, little thought,
For shame itself did drown,
And social love, with every draught,
Approv'd them for her own.
3. Come, fill another bumper up,
And drink in Bacchus' praise,
Who sent the kind congenial cup,
Such heavenly joys to raise.
Great Jove, quite mad to see such fun,
At Bacchus 'gan to curse,
And to remind they were but men,
Sent down the fiend Remorse.

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