Tuesday, August 04, 2020


A Beaker Full

John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale," lines 11-20:
O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
    Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
    Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
    Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
        With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
            And purple-stainèd mouth;
    That I might drink and leave the world unseen,
        And with thee fade away into the forest dim.

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