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[[Lines on Ale]]
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
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Notes:
None.
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[S:1 - recalled, 1848 (1939)] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Rejected - Lines on Ale