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Back to his studies, fresher than at first,
Fierce as a dragon
He (soul-hydroptic with a sacred thirst)
Sucked at the flagon.

Oh, if we draw a circle premature,
Heedless of far gain,
Greedy for quick returns of profit, sure
Bad is our bargain!
Was it not great? did not he throw on God,
(He loves the burthen)---
God's task to make the heavenly period
Perfect the earthen?
Did not he magnify the mind, show clear
Just what it all meant?
He would not discount life, as fools do ...Read more of this...

...sun began to leap.
It was dull in the tree-shade, but glowing in the 
light;
Flashing like an opal-stone,
Carved into a flagon; and the colours glanced and ran,
Where at first there had seemed to be none.
It had handles on each side to bear it up,
And a belly for the gurgling wine.
Its neck was slender, and its mouth was wide,
And its lip was curled and fine.
The old man saw it in the sun's bright stare
And the colours started up through the crust,
And he who had cursed at th...Read more of this...

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bidding him be blithe at the beer-taking,
cherished by the people. He accepted it gladly,
the feasting and the hall-flagon, a king victory-bold. (ll. 611-19)

Then the lady of the Helmings rounded throughout,
giving the jeweled cup to young and old,
on every side until that time arrived
when the ring-laden queen brought the mead-horn
to Beowulf, illustrious in spirit.
She greeted the Geat chieftain and gave thanks to God,
wordfully wisdom-fast, so that her wish sh...Read more of this...

...re
Than twilight on a ruin there.

We two, the remnant. All the rest
Are cold and quiet. You nor I,
Nor fiddle now, nor flagon-lid,
May ring them back from where they lie.
No fame delays oblivion
For them, but something yet survives:
A record written fair, could we
But read the book of scattered lives.

There'll be a page for Leffingwell,
And one for Lingard, the Moon-calf;
And who knows what for Clavering,
Who died because he couldn't laugh?
Who knows or cares? No sign is he...Read more of this...

...Under the table, no. That last was stunning,
that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.
Why drink so, two days running?
two months, O seasons, years, two decades running?
I answer (smiles) my question on the cuff:
Man, I been thirsty.

The brake is incomplete but white costumes
threaten his rum, his cointreau, gin-&-sherry,
his bourbon, bugs um all.
His go-out privilege led to odd red times,
since ...Read more of this...

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With mother-o'-pearl to the lips lined up, 
And brimmed with the wine of entranced delight, 
Purple and rare, from the flagon of night. 

Lo, in the east is a glamor and gleam, 
Like waves that lap on the shores of dream, 
Or voice their lure in a poet's theme! 
And behind the curtseying fisher boats 
The barge of the rising moon upfloats, 
The pilot ship over unknown seas 
Of treasure-laden cloud argosies. 

Ere ever she drifts from the ocean's rim, 
Out from the background...Read more of this...

...e when the ripe day is o'er
A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! 

Behold the sky with early stars ashine,
A jewelled flagon brimmed with purple wine. 

Like a dumb poet's soul the troubled sea
Moans of its joy and sorrow wordlessly; 

But the glad winds that utter naught of grief
Make silver speech by headland and by reef. 

Saving for such there is no voice or call
To mar the gracious silence over all­ 

Silence so tender 'tis a sweet caress,
A most beguiling and dear lon...Read more of this...

...St George he was for England, 
And before he killed the dragon 
He drank a pint of English ale 
Out of an English flagon. 
For though he fast right readily 
In hair-shirt or in mail, 
It isn't safe to give him cakes 
Unless you give him ale. 

St George he was for England, 
And right gallantly set free 
The lady left for dragon's meat 
And tied up to a tree; 
But since he stood for England 
And knew what England means, 
Unless you give him bacon 
You mustn't give him be...Read more of this...

...THERE are some powerful odours that can pass 
Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass 
To them is porous. Oft when some old box 
Brought from the East is opened and the locks 
And hinges creak and cry; or in a press 
In some deserted house, where the sharp stress 
Of odours old and dusty fills the brain; 
An ancient flask is brought to light again, 
And forth the ghosts of long-dead odours creep. 
There, softly trembling in...Read more of this...

...THERE are some powerful odours that can pass 
Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass 
To them is porous. Oft when some old box 
Brought from the East is opened and the locks 
And hinges creak and cry; or in a press 
In some deserted house, where the sharp stress 
Of odours old and dusty fills the brain; 
An ancient flask is brought to light again, 
And forth the ghosts of long-dead odours creep. 
There, softly trembling in...Read more of this...

...Pure wine costs, for the golden cup,

ten thousand coppers a flagon,

And a jade plate of dainty food calls for million coins.

I fling aside my chop-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink...

I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.

I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry;

I would climb the Tai-hang Mountains,

but the sky is blind with snow..

I would sit and poise a fishing-p...Read more of this...

...e bonny brown bowl,
     That there 's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack,
     And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack;
     Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor,
     Drink upsees out, and a fig for the vicar!

     Our vicar he calls it damnation to sip
     The ripe ruddy dew of a woman's dear lip,
     Says that Beelzebub lurks in her kerchief so sly,
     And Apollyon shoots darts from her merry black eye;
     Yet whoop, Jack! kiss Gillian the...Read more of this...

...ince have been burn'd,
And stairs and passage and chapel

To rubbish and ruins are turn'd.

Yet when with lute and with flagon,

When day was smiling and bright,
I've watch'd my mistress climbing

To gain this perilous height,

Then rapture joyous and radiant

The silence so desolate brake,
And all, as in days long vanish'd,

Once more to enjoyment awoke;

As if for guests of high station

The largest rooms were prepared;
As if from those times so precious

A couple thither h...Read more of this...

...'Tis we who to wine's yoke our necks incline,
And risk our lives to gain the smiles of wine;
The henchman grasps the flagon by its throat
And squeezes out the lifeblood of the vine....Read more of this...

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