Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANACREONTIC, by ELIZA COOK Poet's Biography First Line: Wine! Wine! Wine! Last Line: And make a heaven of this. Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; Drunkards; Alcohol Abuse | ||||||||
Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. Go, look upon the boundless sky, Where shining planets roll; There's none can match the sparkling eye, When Wine lights up the soul! Let monarchs say, their Eastern gems, All other gems surpass; We'll show them brighter in the drops That stud each draining glass; Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. There's beauty round that might entice The angels as of yore: Once drawn to Earth by such a charm, They'd seek the sky no more. There's Music, soft and thrilling -- hark! What magic in the strain! 'Twere madness for to listen long, Come fill the glass again. Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. Young Bacchus reels about our board, With face like morning's blush; His cheeks have pilfered from the grapes Their rich carnation flush. The rosy rogue around to-night A treble rapture flings; He revels with Apollo's lyre, And Cupid's burning wings. Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO NONSENSE by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE REPLACEMENTS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI BELLEVUE EXCHANGE by NORMAN DUBIE EVEN NOW YOU ARE LEAVING by TESS GALLAGHER ANY NEWS FROM ALPHA CENTAURI by ANSELM HOLLO |
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