Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1846-09-14
For The IYAic


III that drinks Hors than Others can.
"is more a iqgsAead than a mani
nv dearest Sirs Lord Byron says
And all his words are worthy praise
" Man, being reasonable, must &C, drunk:
The best OF lie is but iatoxicauon:
Glory. the grape, lore, sOId,-in these arc sunk
The hopes of al men and Of every nation -
But TO rcturn,-get very drunk and when
You wake with head-ache-you shall see what then
rm drunk, dear sirs, with rhyming spirit,
My suff'rng head Will hardly bear it
My barmy brains fermeniing prime,
lhaye an hour OF leisure nuie;
III give my pen the poets nib
To trace the thoughts that how so glib,
And then we'll have a hReA at least
Perhaps twill be an Attie feast
For fancy fain would try her wing,
And, on my word, the Muse shall sing -
And yet, alas. poor Iimid daughter,
Must be content TO sing on water;
For I'm so template, I'm afraid
To offer even lemonade.
Now poet Burns, and Byron too.
Regaled fheir muse on "mountsin dew"
One tchiskcy gave, the other gin
Perhaps both sotrow'd for their sin
But nowadays not " all the Nine"
Would dare partAke OF even wine:
And though OF rhymes there is no dearlh.
Somehow they smack too much OF earth
And when the Muse expands her wings,
And singing soars,a and soaring sings,
So slow and heavy i her flight,
Her efforts only mirth excite.
would observe,-I "kdd'nf OHghfer :"
/ fear her drink is-only water!
A glass OF wine doth mind slate,
Though trine nor gin can mind crsafs-
And mark! our poets gained their bays
Anterior TO Temperance days.
I'll venture here, my friends, To say,
That wine improves the poets lay
For, wine doth tra5V uigiis keep
When honest waters fast asleep
And genius, too, sometimes, think,
Hath burst ITS shell in good strong drink.
Burns must have tak'n a /" highland gill"
Ere he could thus address the " De'd:"
Lang syne, in Eden's bonnie yard,
When youthful lovers first were pair'd,
And all the soul OF love they shared
The raptur'd hour,
Sweet on the fragrant fiow'ry swaird
In shady bower:
Then you, ye aud snick- drawingd dog
He came TO paradise incog,
And played on man 4 cursed brogue,
BLACK be your fay
And gave he infant wSrld 4 shog
Mast ruined a..
ID We mind that day, when in n biz,
WI rocket deeds aud reesut siz.
Ye did present your swerthy phiz
'Maug better folk,
And sklented on the Man Of Uz
Your sPi,efu' Joker
&" But fare ye well, auld Niekie ben
o wad ye TAX a thought on men!
le aiblins might dinna kin
Sull haze q stake;
I'm grieved to think upo' your den,
Fen for your sake"
I'm somewhat cool with German phlegm,
And yeti prize a peers gem;
And here, meihinks. Is wit and miuh,
And pathOs, too, Of sterling worth.
II e'er auld Hornie" kons this verse,
He'll spare old Se3HaHd f:om his curse
Here me, aud Haugie. for a wee,
An let poor damn'd bodies be
I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gle,
Fen to 4 de'iI,
To skelp and skaud poor dogs like me,
An hear US squeal."
All! Rab. ah Rsb 'twould glad mine ee
To have but seen ye 10 your glee
To have but sat beside your fire,
And heard yo strike the thrilling Tyre
" an nae poet IN q sense,
But just 4 rhymerlkc, by chance -
But, faith, | couldn't hear thee long,
Without at least attempting song.
lhave, my fneuds, u template blood,
And do not fancy, since the food,
Dear water tastes too strong Of Elm
Until reduced by Holland gin
But yet, ~ srifs Ike Burns diuiHs,
One might immerse the Muse in t1ine;
And eat, - JTtut woCld mind endOw,
tAltho' s'pose 'twOuld ras. 4 row.
say one might, # 'twernt too small,
Eat Adams apple, core and oil.
God bless ME, sirs. let Poets drink
OF wine and gin - until they wink -
And NtqteFmen,t too. Drink deep, brave men
Twill give yo strcngth-to drink again!
What though our preachers, men divine.
Write. speak and pray 'gainsi gin or wine1
What though our Lady Poets, too,
Have written yCiumes-yet too few -
Sull drink, / say-dink long and praise
In ndudiH POsrs sSeefett igys.
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