His golden goblet, he with outstretch’d arms
(Which, with the god, possess’d peculiar charms),
Held forth towards the sun!—when there advanced
A hundred nymphs, on whom, like fire he glanced:
Bold as a warrior he induced them all
To come and drink from out his flowing bowl!
The nymphs, unable to resist, attend
Obediently to Bacchus’s command:
The god surveys them as they raise the cup,
And, as they drink in turn, he fills it up;—