Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LET THE GHOSTS IN BLACK EREBUS ROAR, by ANONYMOUS 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...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 JOEY AWAKE NOW by GLYN MAXWELL RAISING A HUMID FLAG by THYLIAS MOSS TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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