. A tour round my garden . Natural history. LETTER XLVIII, THE TIKE. What a magnificent tree is a vine! You know me sufficiently, my dear friend, to be sure tliat nothing Bacchic forms part of my admiration; I drink but little wine, and besides, the vines which I love are not best adapted to the production of it. I love these immense wreaths of vine which extend far and wide in rich green garlands, and which become in autumn of a splendid purple. If I cannot be said even to like wine, I don't at all like the poetry it has. inspired. To begin with that of Anacreon, who is fortunate in having wr
. A tour round my garden . Natural history. LETTER XLVIII, THE TIKE. What a magnificent tree is a vine! You know me sufficiently, my dear friend, to be sure tliat nothing Bacchic forms part of my admiration; I drink but little wine, and besides, the vines which I love are not best adapted to the production of it. I love these immense wreaths of vine which extend far and wide in rich green garlands, and which become in autumn of a splendid purple. If I cannot be said even to like wine, I don't at all like the poetry it has. inspired. To begin with that of Anacreon, who is fortunate in having written in Greek, that is to say, in a language which those even who have learnt it for six years, do not under- stand; in a language that many pretend to admire, for the sake of appearing to understand it. Voltaire has justly said, that there are a hundred and fifty. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Karr, Alphonse, 1808-1890; Wood, J. G. (John George), 1827-1889. London : F. Warne ; New York : Scribner, Welford and Armstrong
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