The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — volume 11: Poems From the Teacups Series
The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — volume 11: Poems From the Teacups Series
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That is brandy; see him fill his glass!But not forgetful of his feasting friends, To each in turn some lively word he sends;See how he throws his baited lines about, And plays his men as anglers play their trout. A question drops among the listening crewAnd hits the traveller, pat on Timbuctoo. We're on the Niger, somewhere near its source, --Not the least hurry, take the river's courseThrough Kissi, Foota, Kankan, Bammakoo, Bambarra, Sego, so to Timbuctoo, Thence down to Youri;--stop him if we... can, We can't fare worse, --wake up the Congressman!The Congressman, once on his talking legs, Stirs up his knowledge to its thickest dregs;Tremendous draught for dining men to quaff!Nothing will choke him but a purpling laugh. A word, --a shout, --a mighty roar, --'t is done;Extinguished; lassoed by a treacherous pun. A laugh is priming to the loaded soul;The scattering shots become a steady roll, Broke by sharp cracks that run along the line, The light artillery of the talker's wine. The kindling goblets flame with golden dews, The hoarded flasks their tawny fire diffuse, And the Rhine's breast-milk gushes cold and bright, Pale as the moon and maddening as her light;With crimson juice the thirsty southern skySucks from the hills where buried armies lie, So that the dreamy passion it impartsIs drawn from heroes' bones and lovers' hearts.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
That is brandy; see him fill his glass!But not forgetful of his feasting friends, To each in turn some lively word he sends;See how he throws his baited lines about, And plays his men as anglers play their trout. A question drops among the listening crewAnd hits the traveller, pat on Timbuctoo. We're on the Niger, somewhere near its source, --Not the least hurry, take the river's courseThrough Kissi, Foota, Kankan, Bammakoo, Bambarra, Sego, so to Timbuctoo, Thence down to Youri;--stop him if we... can, We can't fare worse, --wake up the Congressman!The Congressman, once on his talking legs, Stirs up his knowledge to its thickest dregs;Tremendous draught for dining men to quaff!Nothing will choke him but a purpling laugh. A word, --a shout, --a mighty roar, --'t is done;Extinguished; lassoed by a treacherous pun. A laugh is priming to the loaded soul;The scattering shots become a steady roll, Broke by sharp cracks that run along the line, The light artillery of the talker's wine. The kindling goblets flame with golden dews, The hoarded flasks their tawny fire diffuse, And the Rhine's breast-milk gushes cold and bright, Pale as the moon and maddening as her light;With crimson juice the thirsty southern skySucks from the hills where buried armies lie, So that the dreamy passion it impartsIs drawn from heroes' bones and lovers' hearts.
What to read after The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — volume 11: Poems From the Teacups Series?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 1809-1894 to read onlineMoreLess
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