Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLV

Of Veuve Clicquot or of Moet the blessed wine in a chilled bottle for the poet 4 is brought at once upon the table. It sparkles Hippocrenelike;25 with its briskness and froth

(a simile of this and that) 8 it used to captivate me: for its sake my last poor lepton I was wont to give away-remember, friends?

Its magic stream engendered 12 no dearth of foolishness, but also lots of jokes, and verses, and arguments, and merry dreams!