Poems with rhymes of drinks

The giddy crowd that drains and drinks,
I'll watch it quiet as a sphinx;

Be what the Eagle eats and drinks,
You'll praise him for the best of birds,
Not knowing what the eagle thinks.

To the sewers and sinks
With all such drinks,

On what she thought a color thinks
As paper, wood and canvas drinks

Now while dumb nature owns its links,
And from one common fountain drinks,

He neither sees, nor hears, nor smells, nor thinks,
But only drinks,

He drinks
And tells his fellow members what he thinks

Grins through the collar of a horse and thinks
Others for pleasure do as he for drinks,

Every valley drinks,
Every dell and hollow;
Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,

'It's never like that I drinks
But what of the gallant gent that's dead
I truly mournful thinks.

'Well, you shouldn't have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
When a girl does that.' 'Yes, he talks of her over his drinks

It drizzles on the links?
Why am I buying Veuve Cliquot,
And setting up the drinks?

So, like one weary and worn, who sinks
To sleep beneath long faithful eyes,
Who asks no word of love, but drinks

They drivel and say how the bushman drinks,
But what do the townsfolk know?
The life is a hell to the man who thinks—

With fancy soaring to the skies, he thinks
His all the virtues all the while he drinks;

And so enjoy his forty morning winks,
Is up to knavery; or else - he drinks!

"Well, you shouldn't have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
"When a girl does that." "Yes, he talks of her over his drinks

Quit the green margin of the wave he drinks,
For haunts that hide the wild-cat and the lynx.

And pose sad riddles to the Sphinx
With raven quills in purple inks,
Then send the boy to fetch more drinks.

grab glasses and pour our drinks
raise them up and f*ck what the world thinks