 Landlords' turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door When Butterflies - renounce their 'drams' I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats And Saints - to windows run To see the little...  Poems - 34. oldalszerző: Emily Dickinson - 1890 - 152 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1892 - 880 oldal
...liquor never brewed In vats upon the Rhine ; No tankard ever held a draught Of alcohol like mine. " Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inna of molten blue. " When landlords turn the drunken be* Out of the Foxglove's door, When butterflies... | |
 | 1891 - 1038 oldal
...him. Jiere is something ..hat seems compact of both Emerson and Blake, with a touch of Heine too: I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped...debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer davs, From inns of multen blue. When landlords turn the drunken bee Out of tlie foxglove's door, When... | |
 | 1896 - 1224 oldal
...where I found everybody drinking hot punch in selfpreservation. h. DICKENB — The Holly Tree Inn. uliet. ActV. Sc. 1. L.79. This t. EMILY DICKINSON— Poems. XX. (Ed. 1891.) And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves. j. HOMKR—... | |
 | 1896 - 690 oldal
...will only call them Elizabethan. Who could resist such characteristic hilarity in Nature as this ? " Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew. Reeling, through endless summer day». From inns of molten blue" When landlords turn the drunken bee Out. of the foxglove's door. When... | |
 | James Fullarton Muirhead - 1898 - 298 oldal
...be somebody ! How public, like a frog, To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog ! " " I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped...alcohol ! " Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Heeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. " When landlords turn the drunken bee... | |
 | James Fullarton Muirhead - 1898 - 304 oldal
...be somebody ! How publio, like a frog. To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog ! " " I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl ; Not all the vats upon the Rhino Yield such an alcohol ! " Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Heeling, through endless... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1903 - 220 oldal
...a liquor never brewed In vats upon the Rhine; No tankard ever held a draught Of alcohol like mine. Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling,...through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. r : Till seraphs swing their snowy caps And saints to windows run, To see the little tippler Leanmg... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - 930 oldal
...the wild thyme grows, And yellow load them with the luscious spoil. The Seasons : Spring. J. THOMSON. Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling,...through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. Poems. E. DICKINSON. O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps... | |
 | Emily Dickinson - 1912 - 172 oldal
...contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain. T TASTE a liquor never brgffigd, •^ From tankards scooped in pearl ; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Vield such an alcohol ! Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922 - 1422 oldal
...oyster, Sammy, if you'd been bom in that station o' life." DICKENS— Picbmck Papers. Ch. XXIII. n Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling,...through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. EMILY DICKINSON — Poems. XX. How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink... | |
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