Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LET THE GHOSTS IN BLACK EREBUS ROAR, by ANONYMOUS



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

LET THE GHOSTS IN BLACK EREBUS ROAR, by                    
Last Line: For no pleasure like drinking is found
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking


LET the ghosts in black Erebus roar,
Whilst the moon does dance over the hills
And billows be tumbling to shore,
Whilst to Bacchus a brimmer each fills.
Come, bowl away,
Brook no delay,
But fairly play:
He drinks a couple that spills.

'Twill drive away fancies and fears;
And make us grow lusty and strong,
'Tis nectar, 'tis nectar that cheers,
And makes life to spin out so long.
Come, bowl away,
Brook no delay,
But fairly play:
He that drinks not, to Nature does wrong.

If they're off, let's fill 'em again;
And merrily let them go round;
He's a Slave that presumes to complain,
For no pleasure like drinking is found.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net