"With gracious gods he communed, honouring thus At once by service and similitude, Service devout and worship emulous Of the same golden Muses once they wooed, The names and shades adored of all of us, The nurslings of the brave world's earlier brood Grown gods for us themselves: Theocritus First, and more dear Catullus, names bedewed With blessings bright like tears From the old memorial years, And loves and lovely laughters, every mood Sweet as the drops that fell Of their own oenomel From living lips to cheer the multitude That feeds on words divine, and grows More worthy, seeing their world reblossom like a rose"
oooh I like this word. :D oenomel. :D
sounds like candy :)
Not sure how I'm going to weave this into my conversation next time down the pub, but thanks!
I want to try some. It sounds yummy.
he he Debra, I'm not sure what the local pub bartender would bring you if you ask the chap for some vintage oenomel :PP
That sounds like an excellent beverage though.
Wonderful word, E! Never heard of it, either!
Forget about me, would any bartender know this word?
i wouldn't mind getting drunk on that! ;)
sounds like this nordic stuff called "met"
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oooh I like this word. :D oenomel. :D
sounds like candy :)
Not sure how I'm going to weave this into my conversation next time down the pub, but thanks!
I want to try some. It sounds yummy.
he he Debra, I'm not sure what the local pub bartender would bring you if you ask the chap for some vintage oenomel :PP
That sounds like an excellent beverage though.
Wonderful word, E! Never heard of it, either!
Forget about me, would any bartender know this word?
i wouldn't mind getting drunk on that! ;)
sounds like this nordic stuff called "met"
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