Rhymin’ wine-in’: Poets on wine

Many of us strive at times to wax poetic about wine. But of course the real poets do it best:

“Wine enters through the mouth,
YeatsLove, the eyes.
I raise the glass to my mouth,
I look at you,
I sigh.”
― W.B. Yeats (left)

“Fill every beaker up, my men,
pour forth the cheering wine:
There’s life and strength in every drop,
thanksgiving to the vine!” 
― Albert Gorton Greene

“O, thou bright wine whose purple splendor leaps
and bubbles gaily from this golden bowl
under the lamplight, as my spirits do.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Trowbridge“With years a richer life begins, the spirit mellow:
Ripe age gives tones to violins, wine, and good fellows.”  
― John Townsend Trowbridge (left)

“For singing till his heaven fills,
’Tis love of earth that he instills,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
and he the wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.”  
― George Meredith

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