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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drinking Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, old friend! sit down and listen!<br> From the pitcher, placed between us,<br>How the waters laugh and glisten<br> In the head of old Silenus!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Silenus, bloated, drunken,<br> Led by his inebriate Satyrs;<br>On his breast his head is sunken,<br> Vacantly he leers and chatters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fauns with youthful Bacchus follow;<br> Ivy crowns that brow supernal<br>As the forehead of Apollo,<br> And possessing youth eternal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round about him, fair Bacchantes,<br> Bearing cymbals, flutes, and thyrses,<br>Wild from Naxian groves, or Zante's<br> Vineyards, sing delirious verses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus he won, through all the nations,<br> Bloodless victories, and the farmer<br>Bore, as trophies and oblations,<br> Vines for banners, ploughs for armor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Judged by no o'erzealous rigor,<br> Much this mystic throng expresses:<br>Bacchus was the type of vigor,<br> And Silenus of excesses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are ancient ethnic revels,<br> Of a faith long since forsaken;<br>Now the Satyrs, changed to devils,<br> Frighten mortals wine-o'ertaken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now to rivulets from the mountains<br> Point the rods of fortune-tellers;<br>Youth perpetual dwells in fountains;<br> Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claudius, though he sang of flagons<br> And huge tankards filled with Rhenish,<br>From that fiery blood of dragons<br> Never would his own replenish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even Redi, though he chaunted<br> Bacchus in the Tuscan valleys,<br>Never drank the wine he vaunted<br> In his dithyrambic sallies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then with water fill the pitcher<br> Wreathed about with classic fables,<br>Ne'er Falernian threw a richer<br> Light upon Lucullus' tables.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, old friend, sit down and listen!<br> As it passes thus between us,<br>How its wavelets laugh and glisten<br> In the head of old Silenus!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Come, old friend! sit down and listen!
 From the pitcher, placed between us,
How the waters laugh and glisten
 In the head of old Silenus!

Old Silenus, bloated, drunken,
 Led by his inebriate Satyrs;
On his br..."></div>
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