204 DRESDEN DRINKING
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Tempest. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 156.
Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.
Across the silent stream
Where the dream-shadows go,
From the dim blue Hill of Dream
I have heard the west wind blow.
In an ocean of dreams without a sound.
Shelley—The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. St. 26.
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| text = Those dreams, that on the silent night intrude,
And with false flitting shades our minds delude,
Jove never sends us downward from the skies;
Nor can they from infernal mansions rise;
But are all mere productions of the brain,
And fools consult interpreters in vain.
Swrjr—On Dreams.
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.
To sleep for a season and hear no word
Of true love's truth or of light love's art,
Only the song of a secret bird.
Swinburne—A Ballad of Dreamland. Envoi.
The dream
Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East,
Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
| author = Tennyson
| work = The Gardener's Daughter. L. 71.
Seeing, I saw not, hearing not, I heard.
Tho if I saw not, yet they told me all
So often that I spake as having seen.
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| work = The Princess. VI. L. 3.
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
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| work = TheTwo Voices. St.CXXVII.
The chambers in the house of dreams
Are fed with so divine an air,
That Time's hoar wings grow young therein,
And they who walk there are most fair.
Francis Thompson—Dream Tryst. St. 3.
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep.
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted
dreams,
And into glory peep.
Vaughan—Ascension Hymn.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
Wordswohth—Hart-Leap Well. Pt. II. St. 9.
DRESDEN
At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city,
Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are
made,
They've built (it well may make us feel afraid,)
A music club and music warehouse pretty.
Heine—Book of Songs. Sonnets. Dresden
Poetry.
DRESS (See Apparel)
DRINKING
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| text = <poem>Fill up the goblet and reach to me some!
Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes
glum.
, Wm. R. Alger—Oriental Poetry. Wine Song
I of Kaitmas.
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Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by:
And as they fly,
I,
Being dry.
Sit, idly sipping here
My beer.
George Arnold—Beer.
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Beattie—The Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 44.
Nose, nose, jolly red nose.
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;
And they gave me this jolly red nose.
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| work = Knight of the
Burning Pestle. Act I. Sc. 4.
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| text = "Nose, nose, nose, nose!
And who gave you that jolly red nose!
Sinamont and ginger, nutmegs and cloves,
And that gave me my jolly red nose!"
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What harm in drinking can there be,
Since punch and life so well agree?
Blacklock—Epigram oh Punch. L. 15.
(1788) (See Boswell's Life of Johnson.)
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When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
Robert Browning—The Flight of the Duchess.
XVI.
There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou o' brandy.
Burns—The Holy Fair. St. 30.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Burns—Tarn o' Shanter. L. 105.
^1 drink when I have occasion, and sometimes
when I have no occasion.
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| work = Don Quixote.
| place = Pt. II. Ch.
XXXIII.
And broughte of mighty ale a large quart.
Chaucer—Canterbury Tales. The MiUeres
Tale. L. 3,497.
