Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 101. Quick! We Have But a Second


QUICK! we have but a second,
      Fill round the cup while you may;
For time, the churl, hath beckond,
      And we must away, away!
Grasp the pleasure thats flying,
      For oh, not Orpheus strain
Could keep sweet hours from dying,
      Or charm them to life again.
Then, quick! we have but a second,
      Fill round the cup while you may!
For Time, the churl hath beckond,
      And we must away, away.

See the glass, how it flushes,
      Like some young Hebes lip,
And half meets thine, and blushes
      That thou shouldst delay to sip.
Shame, oh shame unto thee,
      If ever thou seest that day,
When a cup or lip shall woo thee,
      And turn untouchd away!
Then, quick! we have but a second,
      Fill round, fill round while you may,
For Time, the churl, hath beckond,
      And we must away, away!



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68


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