Bacchus Quote by John Milton Download Open image “Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.” — John Milton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bacchus Crush Firsts Grapes Misused Poison Purple Sweet Sweet poison Sweet wine Wine Wine and friends Wine with friends
“Did someone just call me the wine dude ?” he asked in a lazy drawl. “It’s Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus.… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of… — Victoria Finlay Copy Share Image
What grape to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine? — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
Far from me be the gift of Bacchus--pernicious, inflaming wine, that weakens both body and mind. — Homer Copy Share Image
Who gives to Aristaeus honey; Or wine to Bacchus, or Triptolemus Earth's fruits, or apples to Alcinous? — Ovid Copy Share Image
The grapevine should be named after a more bitter fruit. It should be called the grapefruit tree. — Chrystos Copy Share Image
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies. — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
The best medicine against the grapes of wrath is a whiff of grapeshot — Napoleon Bonaparte Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus,… — Anacreon Copy Share Image
Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Wine give strenght to weary men. and And wine can of their wits the wise beguile. Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.… — Homer Copy Share Image
If anyone decided to call the sea Neptune, and corn Ceres, and to misapply the name of Bacchus rather than to give liquor its… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
“Did someone just call me the wine dude ?” he asked in a lazy drawl. “It’s Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus.… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“And when we say also that the Word, who is the first-birth of God, was produced without sexual union, and that He, Jesus Christ,… — Justin Martyr Copy Share Image
Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees… — Horace Copy Share Image
