“Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.” MomentsGoldenBeerDryAlasSippingGolden Moments Book:Drift: A Sea-shore Idyl : and Other Poems Source: Drift: A Sea-shore Idyl : and Other Poems
“But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross!” IfsLossLove IsSorrowCrossesGoldBeerBrownNutsCrownsLeaving MeDraughtDross Author:George Arnold
