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St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," read more
St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," he said,
"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."
. . . .
St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head, as though
To give the word the reverence due,
And gently said, "My mother!"
Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow--
The circle of friendship what freedom would sever?
To-day read more
Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow--
The circle of friendship what freedom would sever?
To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow--
Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.
Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America,
who commanded the sun and the moon to sand read more
Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America,
who commanded the sun and the moon to sand still--and they
obeyed.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of read more
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
L'Abbe de Ville proposed a toast,
His master, as the rising Sun:
Reisbach then gave the Empress read more
L'Abbe de Ville proposed a toast,
His master, as the rising Sun:
Reisbach then gave the Empress Queen,
As the bright moon and much praise won.
The Earl of Stair, whose turn next came,
Gave for his toast his own King Will,
As Joshua the sun of Nun,
Who made both Sun and Moon stand still.
Give me the cups,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer read more
Give me the cups,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
'Now the king drinks to Hamlet.'
The bubble winked at me, and said,
"You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."
The bubble winked at me, and said,
"You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."
May all your labors be in vein.
May all your labors be in vein.
Our federal Union: it must be preserved.
Our federal Union: it must be preserved.