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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell The Bowl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Farewell to the cup, we have tarried too long,<br>Where the juice of the grape adds its witch'ry to song.<br>And the thoughts that flow'd freely are sombre and dull,<br>Our brains become heavy, farewell to the bowl,<br>Farewell, farewell, farewell, farewell to the bowl.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Oh, tarry no longer where joy flies away,<br>The heart and the soul lose their richest array,<br>Where eye mocketh eye, as unmeaning they roll,<br>The tongue whispers folly-farewell to the bowl.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Oh, think, if the maiden, who smiles in thine eyes,<br>Once saw thy proud mind in this shameful disguise;<br>Her heart would reject thee, how sadly her soul<br>Would pity and leave thee-oh, flee from the bowl.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Oh think, e'er the moment of thinking is past,<br>And chains of the mighty upon thee are cast!<br>Return-ere the iron shall enter thy soul,<br>And the dregs of thy life-a curse on the bowl.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Pierpont">John Pierpont</a></strong></div>