“the blushful Hippocrene”
| O for a beaker full of the warm South! | 15 |
| Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, | |
| With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, | |
| And purple-stainèd mouth; |
(From Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale”)
We arrived in our mountain retreat and, after unsaddling our horses and leaving them in the capable hands of the stable-boy, I went with the butler to the wine-cellars and picked out a bottle of the blushful Hippocrene, which I then opened, and poured out a well-earned glass for my wife and myself.
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