Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLAD, by MATTHEW CONCANEN First Line: How void of ease Last Line: "that's melted in october." Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Wine | ||||||||
"How void of ease, He spends his days Who wastes his time in thinking. How like a beast, That ne'er can taste The pleasures of good drinking. May curses light upon the sot That ever kennels sober, Or rises e'er without a pot Of lovely brown October. Let others raise Their voice, to praise The Rhenish or the Sherry, The sparkling white Champagne so bright, The Claret or Canary. 'Tis true, they'll thaw the freezing blood, And hinder our being sober; But what for that was e'er so good As lovely brown October. What knaves are they, Who cross the sea, To bring such stuffs among us? How blind are we, Who will not see How grievously they wrong us. They spoil the products of the land, And of her coin disrobe her; But yet their dregs can never stand Against our brave October. My jolly boys, Let us rejoice, And cast away our sorrow. Let's never think While thus we drink, What may fall out to-morrow. Let's waste our wealth, enjoy content, And never more live sober: By Jove, the coin is brightly spent That's melted in October." | 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 |
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