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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bacchus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BRING me wine, but wine which never grew <br>In the belly of the grape, <br>Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through <br>Under the Andes to the Cape, <br>Suffer'd no savour of the earth to 'scape. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let its grapes the morn salute <br>From a nocturnal root, <br>Which feels the acrid juice <br>Of Styx and Erebus; <br>And turns the woe of Night, <br>By its own craft, to a more rich delight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We buy ashes for bread; <br>We buy diluted wine; <br>Give me of the true, <br>Whose ample leaves and tendrils curl'd <br>Among the silver hills of heaven <br>Draw everlasting dew; <br>Wine of wine, <br>Blood of the world, <br>Form of forms, and mould of statures, <br>That I intoxicated, <br>And by the draught assimilated, <br>May float at pleasure through all natures; <br>The bird-language rightly spell, <br>And that which roses say so well: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wine that is shed <br>Like the torrents of the sun <br>Up the horizon walls, <br>Or like the Atlantic streams, which run <br>When the South Sea calls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Water and bread, <br>Food which needs no transmuting, <br>Rainbow-flowering, wisdom-fruiting, <br>Wine which is already man, <br>Food which teach and reason can. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wine which Music is,-- <br>Music and wine are one,-- <br>That I, drinking this, <br>Shall hear far Chaos talk with me; <br>Kings unborn shall walk with me; <br>And the poor grass shall plot and plan <br>What it will do when it is man. <br>Quicken'd so, will I unlock <br>Every crypt of every rock. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thank the joyful juice <br>For all I know; <br>Winds of remembering <br>Of the ancient being blow, <br>And seeming-solid walls of use <br>Open and flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pour, Bacchus! the remembering wine; <br>Retrieve the loss of me and mine! <br>Vine for vine be antidote, <br>And the grape requite the lote! <br>Haste to cure the old despair; <br>Reason in Nature's lotus drench'd-- <br>The memory of ages quench'd-- <br>Give them again to shine; <br>Let wine repair what this undid; <br>And where the infection slid, <br>A dazzling memory revive; <br>Refresh the faded tints, <br>Recut the aged prints, <br>And write my old adventures with the pen <br>Which on the first day drew, <br>Upon the tablets blue, <br>The dancing Pleiads and eternal men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ralph+Waldo+Emerson">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a><div class=q>
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In the belly of the grape, 
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through 
Under the Andes to the Cape, 
Suffer'd no savour of the earth to 'scape. 

Let its grapes the morn salute 
From a nocturnal ro..."></div>
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