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Hence burgundy, claret, and port

Other Poems of John Keats→ Hence burgundy, claret, and port, Away with old hock and madeira! Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a beverage brighter and clearer! Instead of a pitiful rummer, My wine overbrims a whole summer; My bowl is the sky, And I drink at my eye, Till I feel in the …

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