O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Proven c° al song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
I am heartily glad you continued to like Waverley to the endthe hero is a sneaking piece of imbecilityand if he had married Flora she would have set him up upon the chimney-pieceas Count Boralaski'swifeusedto dowith him.
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