Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BACCHANALIAN SONG, by ARTHUR PETERSON Poet's Biography First Line: Fill up your cups, drink down your wine Last Line: Aye, they're worth all your gold! Subject(s): Love; Youth | ||||||||
Fill up your cups, drink down your wine, To the toast which now I'm giving -- The love of youth! The thing divine Which makes life worth the living! These maids so bright, These eyes that light, Aye, they're worth all your striving! What care we for the world's great work? For wealth which finds men old? Fair lady's lips we never shirk, Sweet hair that doth enfold. These yellow locks, This heart that rocks, Aye, they're worth all your gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE WARS by ROBERT HASS THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES ALONG WITH YOUTH by ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE BLACK RIVIERA by MARK JARMAN A CLOUD FANCY by ARTHUR PETERSON |
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