Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ROSY WINE, by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON


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First Line: My mistress' frowns are hard to bear
Last Line: My griefs I quench in rosy wine.
Alternate Author Name(s): Spartacus
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Wine


My Mistress' frowns are hard to bear,
And yet I will not quite despair;
Nor think, because her lips I leave,
There's nothing for me but to grieve.
—The goblet's lip awaiteth mine:
My grief I quench in rosy wine.

Dame Fortune too has faithless gone:
But let her go! I will not moan.
Draw in your chair, old Friend! and see
What rating Fortune has from me.
Clink yet again your glass with mine,—
To Fortune's health, in rosy wine!

Pass, Fortune! pass, thou fickle jade!
One fortunately constant maid
Smiles on me yet; though loves depart,
Her presence gladdeneth my heart,
Thy tendrils cling, O loving Vine!
My griefs I quench in rosy wine.





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