‘Champagne with foaming whirls
As white as Cleopatra’s melted pearls.’[375]
The wine, moreover, furnishes two striking comparisons in that poem—one when he observes that
‘The evaporation of a joyous day
Is like the last glass of Champagne, without
The foam which made its virgin bumper gay;’[376]
and the other, where, in his sketch of Lady Adeline Amundeville, he rejects the trite metaphor of the snow-covered volcano in favour of
‘a bottle of Champagne
Frozen into a very vinous ice,
Which leaves few drops of that immortal rain;