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Let the thunder burst, Pour out and drink the wine! Thou never saw'st a thunderbolt Strike the tender vine. Vesuvius himself To Bacchus tribute pays, And spares the vineyard flourishing, Where his lava sways. In Italy in vain I hero sought or sage; Mine eyes but dusty ruins found, Mouldering with age. Of Rome the image scarce Remains to be portray'd; A tomb is Herculaneum, Pompeii is a shade. But I found Falernum, His nectar rich remain'd, And in memory of Horace, A bottleful I drain'd.