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A Tankard of Ale
How would he now recant that wild opinion, And sing—as would that I could sing—of you !
I was not born (alas !) the " Muses' minion," I'm not poetical, nor even blue :
And he (we know) but strives with waxen pinion, Whoe'er he is that entertains the view
Of emulating Pindar, and will be
Sponsor at last to some now nameless sea.
Oh ! when the green slopes of Arcadia burned
With all the lustre of the dying day, And on Cithaeron's brow the reaper turned,
(Humming of course in his delightful way, How Lycidas was dead, and how concerned
The Nymphs were when they saw his lifeless clay ; And how rock told to rock the dreadful story That poor young Lycidas was gone to glory :)
What would that lone and labouring soul have given, At that soft moment, for a pewter pot ?
How had the mists that dimned his eye been riven, And Lycidas and sorrow all forgot ?
If hi* own grandmother had died unshriven, In two short seconds he'd have recked it not;
Such power hath Beer. The heart which Grief hath cankered
Hath one unfailing remedy—the Tankard !
Coffee is good, and so no doubt is cocoa ;
Tea did for Johnson and the Chinamen : When " Dulce est desipere in loco "
Was written, real Falernian winged the pen.
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