Odes to BoozeAnacreontique Thomas Moore As a good Irish poet and a friend of Byron and Shelley (neither of them shy when it came to liquor) Moore was on intimate terms with drink and understood better than most that after knocking back a few pots, even misery can be enjoyable. |
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Press the grape, and let it pour Around the board its purple shower; And while the drops my goblet steep, I'll think - in WOE the clusters weep. Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine! Heaven grant no tears but tears of wine. Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow, I'll taste the LUXURY OF WOE! Result:
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