Take hence the bowl; -- though beaming Brightly as bowl e'er shone, Oh it but sets me dreaming Of happy days now gone. There in its clear reflection, As in a wizard's glass, Lost hopes and dead affection, Like shades, before me pass. Each cup I drain brings hither Some scene of bliss gone by; -- Bright lips too bright to wither, Warm hearts too warm to die. Till, as the dream comes o'er me Of those long vanish'd years, Alas! the wine before me Seems turning all to tears!
- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Take hence the bowl", appears in National Airs, 2nd No., first published 1822 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Ferdinand Freiligrath (1810 - 1876) , "Take hence the bowl!" ; composed by Adolf Jensen.
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