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" 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... "
America, the Land of Contrasts: A Briton's View of His American Kin - Page 181
by James Fullarton Muirhead - 1898 - 282 pages
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 69

Current events - 1892
...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...
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Harper's Magazine, Volume 82

Language Arts & Disciplines - 1891
Important American periodical dating back to 1850.
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The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations: English, Latin, and Modern Foreign ...

Mottoes - 1896 - 1178 pages
...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—...
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Godey's magazine, Volume 133

Louis Antoine Godey, Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Costume - 1896
...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...
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Ponkapog papers

Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1903 - 195 pages
...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...
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The World's Best Poetry ...

Bliss Carman, John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - Poetry - 1904
...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...
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Poems

Emily Dickinson - 1912 - 152 pages
...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...
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HOYT'S NEW CYCLOPEDIA OF PRACTICAL QUOTATIONS

KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922
...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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Auctor Ludens: Essays on Play in Literature

Gerald Guinness, Andrew Hurley - Literary Criticism - 1986 - 204 pages
...stanza that I used as an example here. The first stanza has one of the most audacious rhymes I know— I taste a liquor never brewed-- From tankards scooped...upon the Rhine Yield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of Air—am I— And Debauchee of DewReeling thro endless summer daysFrom inns of Molten BlueWhen "Landlords"...
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Selected Poems

Emily Dickinson - Poetry - 1990 - 54 pages
...slight a film Is more distinctly seen, — As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine. 1 taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped...foxglove's door, When butterflies renounce their drams, 1 shall but drink the more! Till seraphs swing their snowy hats, And saints to windows run, To see...
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