Bacchus in Tuscany: A Dithyrambic PoemJ. and H.L. Hunt, 1825 - 228 Seiten |
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... look and its strawberry light , So invites me , And so delights me , I should infallibly quench my inside with it , Had not Hippocrates And old Andromachus Strictly forbidden it And loudly chidden it , So many stomachs have sicken'd and ...
... look and its strawberry light , So invites me , And so delights me , I should infallibly quench my inside with it , Had not Hippocrates And old Andromachus Strictly forbidden it And loudly chidden it , So many stomachs have sicken'd and ...
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... em . Wine ! Wine ! is your only drink ; Grief never dares to look at the brink : Six times a year to be mad with wine , I hold it no shame , but a very good sign . I , for my part , take my can , BACCHUS IN TUSCANY . 45.
... em . Wine ! Wine ! is your only drink ; Grief never dares to look at the brink : Six times a year to be mad with wine , I hold it no shame , but a very good sign . I , for my part , take my can , BACCHUS IN TUSCANY . 45.
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... looks like a peruk'd old lady . Hallo ! What phenomenon's this , That make's my head turn round ? I'faith , I think it is A turning of the ground ! Ho , ho , earth , If that's your mirth , It may not , I think , be amiss for me To leave ...
... looks like a peruk'd old lady . Hallo ! What phenomenon's this , That make's my head turn round ? I'faith , I think it is A turning of the ground ! Ho , ho , earth , If that's your mirth , It may not , I think , be amiss for me To leave ...
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... yet exonerate : - Bitter ! bitter ! —and yet ' twas a stock Precious as ever was put under lock ! I think I feel lighter- We're safe ! we're safe ! Look at the prow there ! the golden haired stars BACCHUS IN TUSCANY . 51.
... yet exonerate : - Bitter ! bitter ! —and yet ' twas a stock Precious as ever was put under lock ! I think I feel lighter- We're safe ! we're safe ! Look at the prow there ! the golden haired stars BACCHUS IN TUSCANY . 51.
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A Dithyrambic Poem Francesco Redi, Leigh Hunt. Look at the prow there ! the golden haired stars ! " Tis Castor and Pollux - that pair of pairs ! Ah - no - no - no stars are they ; No stars are they , though they be divine , But a couple ...
A Dithyrambic Poem Francesco Redi, Leigh Hunt. Look at the prow there ! the golden haired stars ! " Tis Castor and Pollux - that pair of pairs ! Ah - no - no - no stars are they ; No stars are they , though they be divine , But a couple ...
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Seite 134 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! 0 for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 100 - Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratic, Shook the Arsenal and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes...
Seite 60 - Some few vapours thou may'st raise. The weak brain may serve to amaze, But to the reins and nobler heart Canst nor life nor heat impart. Brother of Bacchus, later born, The old world was sure forlorn Wanting thee, that aidest more The god's victories than before All his panthers, and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals. These, as stale, we disallow, Or judge of thee meant: only thou His true Indian conquest art ; And, for ivy round his dart, The reformed god now weaves A finer thyrsus of thy leaves.
Seite 78 - Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce. From beds of raging fire to starve in ice...
Seite 214 - Oh, never Shall we two exercise, like twins of Honour, Our arms again, and feel our fiery horses, Like proud seas under us...
Seite 60 - Bacchus' black servant, negro fine; Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake, More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimed lovers take "Gainst women : thou thy siege dost lay Much too in the female way, While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Faster than kisses or than death.
Seite 143 - His legions, angel forms, who lay entranced, Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades, High overarched, embower...
Seite 45 - em, And fops whose little fingers ache 'em. Wine, wine is your only drink ! Grief never dares to look at the brink. Six times a year to be mad with wine, I hold it no shame, but a very good sign. I, for my part, take my can, Solely to act like a gentleman, And, acting so, I care not, I, For all the hail and snow in the sky.
Seite 102 - But come; for thou, be sure, shalt give account To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep This place inviolable, and these from harm.
Seite 107 - tis, That in the drinking Swallowed thinking, And was the receipt for bliss. Thence it is, that ever and aye, When he doth...