bourdeaux's

Updated: January 25, 2026

Pour the rich juice of Bourdeaux's wine, Mix'd with your falling tears of brine, In full libation o'er the shrine Of honest Harry Bellendine. Your brows let ivy chaplets twine, While you push round the sparkling wine, And let your table be the shrine Of honest Harry Bellendine. He died in his vocation, of a high fever, after the celebration of some orgies.

Horace Walpole - Letters of Horace Walpole — Volume I