I hate your vulgarian ill-mannered Who goes by himself to the Race! Maecenas has gone to his Panhard Nor offered his Horace a place: Then come (for the storms that are wintry Have vanished afar from the lea) Qua linter contendit cum lintre, My Phyllis, with me! The Cive with his spouse and his daughters, The swain and concomitant nymph Natate, in a cymb, on the waters Or curr by the defluent lymph, -- And see, 'twixt their knees with their ventres (You @3can@1 be correct, when you choose, -- Quo, Musa, poetam impellis?) The 'Varsity crews! O doomed to consume by your coaches Raw rations of obstinate ox, O rent by the raucous reproaches Of clamitant captain and cox, Ye heirs of the memories famous That cling to your classical streams, Quos misit aut Isis, aut Camus, Incumb on your remes! Heu! auri funesta cupido Has wholly bereft me of tin, Dum actis diurnis confido Which told me the boat that would win! Dire day of the daft and the silly, Curst kalends of guile and of gas! O rerum dulcissima Phylii, Do lend me an @3As@1! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD CAVALIER TUNES: MARCHING ALONG by ROBERT BROWNING ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH by WILFRED OWEN THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |