O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth !... That I might drink and leave the world unseen,... Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget... The weariness, the fever, and the fret... |
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth !... That I might drink and leave the world unseen,... Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget... The weariness, the fever, and the fret... |