Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set their perfume unto mine, And forget Every kiss we take and give Leaves us less of life to live. Yet again! Your whim and mine In a happy while have met. All your sweets to me resign, Nor regret That we press with every breath, sighed or singing, nearer death.
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- by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903), no title, appears in A Book of Verses, first published 1888 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by George Sainton Kaye Butterworth (1885 - 1916), "Fill a glass with golden wine
", 1911-2 [baritone and string quartet], from Love blows as the wind blows, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
- by Henry Kimball Hadley (1871 - 1937), "Fill a glass with golden wine", published 1910. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
- by Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953), "Fill a glass with golden wine", op. 3 (Three songs) no. 3, published 1905 [voice and piano], Boosey [text not verified]
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