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Eugene Field
Eugene Field

Theme:  Wine Drinkers

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more Eugene Field at

A Rhineland Drinking Song I
A Rhineland Drinking Song II
A Rhineland Drinking Song III

The Bottle And The Bird
The Three Tailors

translations of Horace:
Than you, O valued friend of mine! (Ode 1.20)
To A Jar Of Wine (Ode 3.21)
To Quintus Dellius (Ode 2.3)

Wine, Women, and Song (Ode 1.18)

Eugene Field
at Project Gutenberg

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The Fisherman's Feast
Eugene Field (1850-1895), American writer/poet

Of all the gracious gifts of Spring,
Is there another can surpass
This delicate, voluptuous thing, --
This dapple-green, plump-shouldered bass?
Upon a damask napkin laid,
What exhalations superfine
Our gustatory nerves pervade,
Provoking quenchless thirsts for wine!

The ancients loved this noble fish;
And, coming from the kitchen fire
All piping hot upon a dish,
What raptures did he not inspire?
"Fish should swim twice," they used to say, –
Once in their native, vapid brine,
And then again, a better way –
You understand; fetch on the wine!

Ah, dainty monarch of the flood,
How often have I cast for you,
How often sadly seen you scud
Where weeds and water-lilies grew!
How often have you filched my bait,
How often snapped my treacherous line!
Yet here I have you on this plate, –
You shall swim twice, and now in wine.

And, harkee, garçon! let the blood
Of cobwebbed years be spilled for him, –
Ay, in a rich Burgundian flood
This piscatorial pride should swim;
So, were he living, he would say
He gladly died for me and mine,
And, as it were his native spray,
He'd lash the sauce – what, ho! the wine!

I would it were ordained for me
To share your fate, O finny friend!
I surely were not loath to be
Reserved for such a noble end;
For when old Chronos, gaunt and grim,
At last reels in his ruthless line,
What were my ecstasy to swim
In wine, in wine, in glorious wine!

Well, here's a health to you, sweet Spring!
And, prithee, whilst I stick to earth,
Come hither every year and bring
The boons provocative of mirth;
And should your stock of bass run low,
However much I might repine,
I think I might survive the blow,
If plied with wine and still more wine.

from Second Book Of Verse by Eugene Field (1896)


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