Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WINE OF LOVE, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE First Line: The wine of love, - a winged wine Last Line: I quaff, and all the world is mine. Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Love Affairs; Wine | ||||||||
THE wine of love,a wingéd wine, Crushed from the warm, incarnadine, Deep breathless sunset, and compounded With star-songs in the midnight sounded; Vivid as the summer lightning, Still glowing, paling, fading, bright'ning; O wonder-wine, thy cup I covet, Nor linger long my lips above it! What matter though the draught destroy The sober mind and dull employ? What matter all the ancient tasks? To live, to live, my spirit asks: Content no more with placid quiet, But, kindling with the race and riot Of the swift-enchanting potion, To enter earth's supreme emotion; Its pains I dare, its farthest fortunes I'll compass, as a king impórtunes! The wine of lovea warrior-wine I quaff, and all the world is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |
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