DRESS. The sweet siesta of a summer's day. Alas! that dreams are only dreams! A lasting beauty to those forms, Which scarce a moment live! But ah! 't is gone, 't is gone, and never 209 BYRON'S Island. Oh! I would sleep, would sleep for ever, RUFUS DAWES. FRISBIE. Where his thoughts on the pinions of fancy shall roam, When sleep's calm wing is on my brow, That form floats dim and beautiful. W. KELLY. G. D. PRENTICE. Strange is the power of dreams! who has not felt, MRS. NORTON's Dream. DRESS. (See APPAREL.) 210 DRINKING-WINE, &c. DRINKING — WINE – TEMPERANCE, &c. A surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings. Oh, that men should put an enemy in SHAKSPEARE Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we They were red-hot with drinking; SHAKSPEARE. So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE. In what thou eat'st and drinkest seek from thence So thou may'st live till, like ripe fruit, thou drop Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature. For swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to heaven amidst her gorgeous feast, Crams, and blasphemes his feeder MILTON MILTON'S Comua DRINKING-WINE &c. If all the world Should, in a pet of Temperance, feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, And we should serve him as a grudging master, MILTON'S Comus. Nature, good cateress, 211 MILTON'S Comus. The modest maid But coyly sips, and blushing drinks, abash'd. He, who the rules of temperance neglects, SOMERVILE If men would shun swoln fortune's ruinous blasts, TUKE. W. STRACHEY. The joy which wine can give, like smoky fires, AARON HILL 'Tis to thy rules, O Temperance! that we owe Earth's coarsest bread, the garden's humblest roots, His short repast in humbleness supply BYRON'S Corsair. 212 DRINKING - WINE, &c. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk: The best of life is but intoxication; BYRON'S Don Juan He spent his days in riot most uncouth, BYRON'S Childe Harold. Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires BYRON'S Sardanapalus. Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board, The gen'rous wine brings joy divine, And beauty charms our soul; What cannot wine perform? It brings to light SCOTT. E. MCKEY. FRANCIS' Horuce. Could ev'ry drunkard, ere he sits to dine, MERIVALE'S Clearchus. DUTY-EATING. Thou sparkling bowl! thou sparkling bowl! Though lips of bards thy brim may press, of beauty o'er thee roll, And eyes And song and dance thy power confessI will not touch thec; for there clings A scorpion to thy side that stings. Inspiring John Barleycorn, 213 JOHN PIERPONT What dangers dost thou make us scorn! 'Tis when the fancy-stirring bowl Ah! Brandy, Brandy! bane of life, The wise would wish thee safe in hell! Blame not the bowl-the fruitful bowl, And amber drops Elysian roll, To bathe young Love's delighted wing. C. F. HOFFMAN DUTY. (See CONSCIENCE.) EATING. (See APPETITE. |