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In her cup the red wine glows, Fragrant as the blushing rose; Cure of sorrows, cure of woes, From it thou wilt win. Ah! but Circe's cup deceives,he wrote in a cynical vein Evil spell its magic weaves, To the fool who drinks -- it leaves The bitterness of sin.
One night Reginald and Beaumont were comfortably seated over their cigarettes and coffee in the smoking-room of the hotel, talking in a desultory kind of way about the news of the day, when Blake suddenly made a remark quite foreign to the conversation.