Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Bone appetit!


Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Fashioned from a Skull
by Lord Byron, 1808

"Start not - nor deem my spirit fled
In me behold the only skull,
From which unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.

"I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee
I died ; let earth my bones resign
Fill up - thou canst not injure me ;
The worm has fouler lips than thine.

"Better to hold the sparkling grape,
Than nurse the earth - worm's slimy brood
And circle in the goblet's shape
The drink of Gods, than reptile's food.

"Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,
In aid of others let me shine ;
And when, alas ! our brains are gone,
What nobler substitute than wine ?

"Quaff while thou canst: another race,
When thou and thine, like me, are sped,
May rescue thee from earth's embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.

"Why not ? Since through life's little day
Our heads such sad effects produce;
Redeem'd from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs, to be of use."

See an artistic recreation of this bony beverage holder here:

http://www.magickcauldron.com/chalices.html

Or here:

http://www.leatherworks.com/Lord_Byron_SkullS2.html

1 comment:

Iloz Zoc said...

Yeah, Byron's a charmer, to be sure. No wonder the ladies loved him.

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