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Famous Short Wine Poems. Short Wine Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Wine Poems. Short Wine Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Wine short poems

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by Robert Herrick

TO YOUTH

 Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.


by Robert Herrick

UPON TEARS

 Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.


by Hilaire Belloc

The Catholic Sun

 Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!


by Robert Burns

503. inscription on Mr. Syme’s crystal goblet

 THERE’S Death in the cup, so beware!
 Nay, more—there is danger in touching;
But who can avoid the fell snare,
 The man and his wine’s so bewitching!


by Henry Van Dyke

To Julia Marlowe

 Long had I loved this "Attic shape," the brede 
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.


by Wang Wei

Wei City Song

 Wei City morning rain 
dampens the light dust. 

By this inn, green, 
newly green willows. 

I urge you to drink 
another cup of wine; 

west of Yang Pass 
are no old friends.


by Omar Khayyam

And David’s Lips are lockt

And David’s Lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.


by William Butler Yeats

A Drinking Song

 Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.


by Henry Van Dyke

The Empty Quatrain

 A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, 't is perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life's heart-warming wine.


by John Keats

Give Me Women Wine and Snuff

 GIVE me women, wine, and snuff 
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!" 
You may do so sans objection 
Till the day of resurrection: 
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be 
My beloved Trinity.


by Richard Crashaw

Divine Epigrams: To our Lord upon the Water Made Wine

 Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.


by Emily Dickinson

Impossibility like Wine

 Impossibility, like Wine
Exhilarates the Man
Who tastes it; Possibility
Is flavorless -- Combine

A Chance's faintest Tincture
And in the former Dram
Enchantment makes ingredient
As certainly as Doom --


by Vachel Lindsay

Look You Ill Go Pray

 Look you, I'll go pray, 
My shame is crying, 
My soul is gray and faint, 
My faith is dying. 
Look you, I'll go pray — 
"Sweet Mary, make me clean, 
Thou rainstorm of the soul, 
Thou wine from worlds unseen."


by William Butler Yeats

A Thought From Propertius

 She might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees
The long flowing line,
Have walked to the altar
Through the holy images
At pallas Athene's Side,
Or been fit spoil for a centaur
Drunk with the unmixed wine.


by Emily Dickinson

Your thoughts dont have words every day

 Your thoughts don't have words every day
They come a single time
Like signal esoteric sips
Of the communion Wine
Which while you taste so native seems
So easy so to be
You cannot comprehend its price
Nor its infrequency


by William Butler Yeats

A Deep Sworn Vow

 Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.


by David Herbert Lawrence

Green

 The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen.


by Emily Dickinson

Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds

 Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
To drink -- enables Mine
Through Desert or the Wilderness
As bore it Sealed Wine --

To go elastic -- Or as One
The Camel's trait -- attained --
How powerful the Stimulus
Of an Hermetic Mind --


by Emily Dickinson

Who never wanted -- maddest Joy

 Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown --
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine --

Within its reach, though yet ungrasped
Desire's perfect Goal --
No nearer -- lest the Actual --
Should disentrall thy soul --


by Li Po

To Tu Fu from Shantung

 You ask how I spend my time--
I nestle against a treetrunk
and listen to autumn winds
in the pines all night and day.

Shantung wine can't get me drunk.
The local poets bore me.
My thoughts remain with you,
like the Wen River, endlessly flowing.


by James Thomson

The Vine

 THE wine of Love is music, 
 And the feast of Love is song: 
And when Love sits down to the banquet, 
 Love sits long: 

Sits long and arises drunken, 
 But not with the feast and the wine; 
He reeleth with his own heart, 
 That great, rich Vine.


by Robert Herrick

TO THE WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT THEFOUNTAIN

 Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.

Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this--
To th' glass your lips incline;
And I shall see by that one kiss
The water turn'd to wine.


by Amy Levy

At a Dinner Party

 With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,
The wine and laughter flow;
I'll not complain--could one expect
So dull a world to know?

You look across the fruit and flowers,
My glance your glances find.--
It is our secret, only ours,
Since all the world is blind.


by Wang Wei

AT PARTING

I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine, 
And I ask you where you are going and why. 
And you answer: "I am discontent 
And would rest at the foot of the southern mountain. 
So give me leave and ask me no questions. 
White clouds pass there without end." 


by Li Po

Mountain Drinking Song

 To drown the ancient sorrows,
we drank a hundred jugs of wine
there in the beautiful night.
We couldn't go to bed with the moon so bright.

The finally the wine overcame us
and we lay down on the empty mountain--
the earth for a pillow,
and a blanket made of heaven


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