by John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Hence burgundy, claret, and port
Language: English
Hence burgundy, claret, and port, Away with old hock and madeira! Too earthly ye are for my sport; There's a beverage brighter and clearer! Instead of a pitiful rummer, My wine overbrims a whole summer; My bowl is the sky, And I drink at my eye, Till I feel in the brain A Delphian pain -- Then follow, my Caius, then follow! On the green of the hill, We will drink our fill Of golden sunshine, Till our brains intertwine With the glory and grace of Apollo!
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Authorship:
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), no title, written 1818, first published 1848 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Dominick Argento (1927 - 2019), "In praise of Apollo", 1968, published 1969 [mixed chorus a cappella], from A Nation of Cowslips, no. 2, NY: Boosey & Hawkes [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-12-17
Line count: 16
Word count: 86