The Poetry Corner

Anacreontic.

By Thomas Moore

in lachrymas verterat omne merum. TIB. lib. i. eleg. 5. Press the grape, and let it pour Around the board its purple shower: And, while the drops my goblet steep, I'll think in woe the clusters weep. Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine! Heaven grant no tears, but tears of wine. Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow, I'll taste the luxury of woe.