O, Tempora! O, Mores!
O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinionThat you are changing sadly your dominion —I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased,For men have none at all, or bad at least;And as for times, altho’ 'tis said by manyThe “good old times” were far the worst of any,Of which sound doctrine l believe each tittle,Yet still I think these worse than them a little.
I’ve been a thinking — isn’t that the phrase? —I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways —I’ve been a thinking, whether it were bestTo take things seriously, or all in jest;Whether, with grim Heraclitus of yore,To weep, ...
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Lines on Joe Locke
Lines on Joe Locke
As for Locke, he is all in my eye,May the d—l right soon for his soul call.He never was known to lie —In bed at a reveillé roll-call.”
John Locke was a notable name;Joe Locke is a greater: in short,The former was well known to fame,But the latter's well known “to report.”
Edgar Allan Poe
Originally Published in 1843 ...
Lenore
Lenore
Ah, broken is the golden bowl!The spirit flown forever!Let the bell toll! — A saintly soulGlides down the Stygian river!And let the burial rite be read —The funeral song be sung —A dirge for the most lovely deadThat ever died so young!And, Guy De Vere,Hast thou no tear?Weep now or nevermore!See, on yon drearAnd rigid bier,Low lies thy love Lenore!
“Yon heir, whose cheeks of pallid hueWith tears are streaming wet,Sees only, throughTheir crocodile dew,A vacant coronet —False friends! ye loved her for her wealthAnd hated her for her pride,And, when she fell in feeble ...
Latin Hymn
Latin Hymn
Mille, mille, milleMille, mille, milleDecollavimus, unus homo!Mille, mille, mille, mille, decollavimus!Mille, mille, mille!Vivat qui mille mille occidit!Tantum vini habet nemoQuantum sanguinis effudit!
—— which may be thus paraphrased:
A thousand, a thousand, a thousand!A thousand, a thousand, a thousand!We with one warrior have slain.A thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand!Sing a thousand over again.Soho! let us singLong life to our kingWho knocked over a thousand so fine.Soho! let us roarHe has given us moreRed gallons of goreThan all Syria can furnish of ...