“He thought: Oh, I have fed on honey-dew. On wine and whiskey and champagne and the tender white meat of women and… — Glendon Swarthout Copy Share Image
A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
“Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drank the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
