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Ode For A Social Meeting

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

With Slight Alterations By A Teetotaler - (...)     Come! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go     While the nectar (logwood) still reddens our cups as they flow?     Pour out the rich juices (decoction) still bright with the sun,     Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubies (dye-stuff) shall run.     The    purple-globed clusters (half-ripened apples) their life-dews have bled;     How sweet is the breath (taste) of the fragrance they shed!(sugar of lead)     For summer's last roses (rank poisons) lie hid in the wines (wines!!!)     That were garnered by maidens who laughed through the vines (stable-boys smoking long-nines)     Then a smile (scowl) and a glass (howl) and a toast (scoff) and a cheer (sneer);     For all the good wine, and we 've some of it here! (strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer!)     In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall,     Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all! (Down, down with the tyrant that masters us all!)

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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