The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1902-11-08

Of form and the peculiar insipidity Of
scholarliness.
"Persia's pomp, my boy, hate,
No coronals Of iowrets rare
For me on bark OF linden plait
Nor seek thou to discover where
The lush-rose lingerslate.
with unpretending myrtle twine
Naught else II fits your brows,
Attending me. it graces mine
AS | ia happy care carouse
Beneath the thlck-leaved vine"
This same ode done into Feldian
English and brought down to date is
as follows:
Boy, detest the Persian pomp;
hate those linden-bark devicesi
And as fer roses, holy Moses;
They can't be got living prlces
Myrtle is good enoughfo for us
For you, as bearer OF my fiagon;
For me, supine beneath this vine,
Doing my best to get q jag on!
In the hope that a deviation from
the custom Of celebrating Eugene
Field Day by quoting his poetry Of
childhood, may serve to interest the
readers Of the INTELLIeENcER in
another Of his books quite as Fieldian
in style and more profitable for grown
ups, the following extracts are made
from Echoes From the Sabine
r rm'::-
III. 80 AN INvtrArIoN TO MAEoENAs TO
VISIT HIM AT THE FARM,
Dear noble friendl virgin cask
OF wine soliclts your attention;
And roses fair, to deck your hair,
And things too numerous to mention
So tear yourself away awhile
From urban turmoil, pride, and splendor
4 And deign to share what humble fare
And sumptnous fellowship / tender.
The sweet content retirement brings
smoothes out the ruffied front Of kings.
The evil planets have combined
To make the weatherhot and hotter
BY parboIled streams heshepherd dreams
Vainly Of Ice cream soda water.
And meanti,ee you defying heat
with patriotic ardor ponder
On what old Rome essays at home
And what the heather do out yonder,
God in his providence ohscures
The oalbeyond this vale Of sorrow,
And smiles at men in pity when
They seek to penetrate the morrow.
With faith that all is for the best,
Let's bear what burdens are presented,
That we shall say, let come what may,
We die as we have lived, contented
Ours is today; Gods is the rest,
He doth ordain who knoweth best.
Dame fortune plays me many prank
When she is kind, oh, how go I'll
Buff she's harsh-why then
am a very proper poet.
When favoring gales bring in my ships,
HE 10 Rome and live in cloveri
Elsewise / steer my skif out here,
And anchor till the storm blows over
Compulsory virtue is the charm
OF life upon the Sabine farm!
l. o. AwINTER SCENE AT THE FARM.
See, Tha;iarch mine, how, white with snow,
Soracte mocks the sullen sky;
How, groaning loud. the woods are bowed,
And chained with frost the rivers lie,
Pile, pile the logs upon the hearth
Wen melt away the envlous cold:
And better yet. dear friend, Wen wet
Cur whistles with some four-year old.
Commit all else unto the gods,
Who, when it pleaseth them, shall bring
|. TO fretful deeps and wooded sleeps
The mild, persuasive grace Of spring.
Let not Tomorrow, but Today,
Your ever active thoughts engage;
Frisk, dance, and sing and have yonr fling
Unframed, unawed by Grabbed age,
J Let's steal content from winters wrath,
And glory in the artful lrheft,
That years from now folks shall allow
Twas cold indeed when wegot loft,
20 where the whlsperlngs aud the m1rth
OF girls invite sportive chap,
+ Let's fare awhile,-aha, you smile;
You guess my meaning, --verbum sap.
], B. TO MISS rYRRHA ON HER NEW FELLOW
What perfuned, posie-dizened srrah,
With smiles for dict,
i Clasps you. o fair but faithless pyrrha,
On the quiet
For whom do you bindup your tresses
Asspun gold yellow
| Meshes that go with your caresses,
TosnAre a fellow?
How viii he rail- at fate caprcious.
And curse you duly,
Yet now he deems Your wiles delicious
You perfect truly
Pyrrha, your % se's treacherous oceani
He'll soon fan IN therel
Then viii gloat on his commotion,
For l have been there.
D Ill., p. RgcONUIL1Ari0N BETwEEN HORAc
AND LYDIA.
HE
; when you were mine, in aud lang syhe,
And when none else your charms mlgl
. osle,
In not deny fair nymph, that