Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG OF SACK, SELECTION, by JOHN CLEVELAND Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The whining lover that doth place Last Line: Who drinks the deepest? Here's to him! Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Wine | ||||||||
The whining lover that doth place His fancy on a painted face, And wastes his substance in the chase, Would ne'er in melancholy pine, Had he affections so divine, As once to fall in love with wine ... Come, fill my cup until it swim With foam that overlooks the brim. Who drinks the deepest? Here's to him! | 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 |
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