PREFACES TO THE COLLECTED EDITION IN TEN VOLUMES, PUBLISHED IN 1841, 1842
XLVII. 'Tis true, my fading years decline
XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep
XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy
L. When wine I quaff, before my eyes.
LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow
LII. Away, away, ye men of rules
LIII. When I behold the festive train
LIV. Methinks, the pictur'd bull we see
LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring
LVI. He, who instructs the youthful crew
LVII. Whose was the artist hand that spread
LVIII. When Gold, as fleet as zephyr's pinion
LIX. Ripen'd by the solar beam
LX. Awake to life, my sleeping shell
LXI. Youth's endearing charms are fled.
LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught